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As Arthur had been talking to Echidna, I was wondering...
What would happen if I died?
Would my soul just vanish into the ether, a wisp of forgotten ambition?
Honestly, this isn't just some idle musing; it's one of many gambles I've taken, a calculated risk woven into the very fabric of my ambition as an Arcanist Mage.
My pursuits demand such recklessness.
Yes, Selene Eryndell Veylith – that's my name – truly deserves the title of the Wicked Witch. It's a moniker I wear with a certain, dark pride.
And if the Circle of Inevitability, that ancient, unforgiving magic, truly binds me and exacts its price, then Kairi's linked soul might very well be consumed in the same fiery retribution.
Because… haven't we both committed an indecent act?
An intimate exchange of transgression so profound it defies not just societal norms but the very tenets of the religion of Mal'as?
The thought, fleeting as it is, sends a shiver down my spine.
