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[Abominox]

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Focus..... focus.....

The words of magic in the language of the wisp were running through Abominox's mind as the spell flowed from his fingertips, through his staff and into the heart of his subjects.

The audience watched, some in awe, most completely unimpressed, as the young necromancer recollected the ancient Revelation spell. As he turned his staff from the woman in red, whose heart revealed the loss of an elderly man, he directed it at the heart of another standing in the room. The pink smoke from the brazier before him turned a noxious green and gathered into the form of a skull. The green mist flowed around the skull, flailing wildly like the ends of ethereal whips.

Abominox lowered his staff and leaned upon it heavily, and the smoke died down to hover above the brazier. As he turned to walk away, the brazier flared up again and the smoke turned a deep shade of purple. He whipped around at the sound of the fires crackling and glared into the inferno that was building from the embers. The brazier across the room also flared up and the voice of a man rang out. It was deep, yet strained, raised as though wanting to scream.

"How could you do this to me!?"

The smoke turned and turned, increasing in speed, above the brazier, building up a vortex of purple. The form of two men appeared. Both were large, both were completely unrecognizable yet it was clear that they were identical in appearance. One was kneeling, unarmed, and the other stood before the first, sword in hand.

"You betrayed me... you let me die out there!"
"There was nothing I could do!"
"I trusted you..."

The armed man advanced on the kneeling one. "I do hope your friends will last without you... and speaking of old friends, give Smythe my deepest regards in the afterlife."

With a simple, seemingly lazy motion, he severed the kneeling man's head. As easily as it came, the image died out, and the smoke was drawn back into the embers.

The rooftop stood silent as Abominox tried to figure out exactly what had just happened. There was no apparent target for the spell. But if it was what he thought it was -- the same thing that had happened unintentionally when the wisp Xa'aria had cast the spell -- and it was a prophecy, one of the members of the audience, one person present on that rooftop would be a witness.

Without missing a beat, Abominox felt a fit coming on. He sprinted to the edge of the rooftop, leaned over the railing, and let the painful coughs come.