Perseus Faust was startled by the dark sensation that rushed over him. His skin crawled and his hair stood on end. Something horrific was taking place. He closed the book in front of him and stepped into the shadows, disappearing into the darkness.
He emerged from a shadow in the city, where he spotted the army of death that was overwhelming civilians. He stepped back and almost literally ran from the scene through the shadows. But...something urged him to stay. His conscious perhaps? Or maybe a moment of courage that slipped it's way into him? Whatever the case, he decided to take up arms.
"St-stop!" He hands glowed purple with his own magical power, and blasts of magical energy lashed out at the soldiers of the dead.
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