The White Order
“ Cerryl could sense that the day was getting late. He was sweating, and his tunic probably reeked from sweat and fear and sewage, so much so that he smelled nothing.
He had tried everything he could think of, but still the only way he could seem to manifest a decent amount of chaos-fire was to let it flow through him-half-instinctively. Yet Myral had been quite clear that such was far from the best way.
Cerryl wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, looking almost blankly ...into the darkness. His eyes were tired, and the darkness seemed to flash at him in waves.
For a moment, he closed his eyes, trying to think. What was he overlooking? He had to be missing something. Maybe there wasn't enough chaos close enough to him to channel. Did one have to gather chaos? How?
There had to be a way. Myral's words still rang in his ears. “... use chaos without being of chaos ...MoreLess
He had tried everything he could think of, but still the only way he could seem to manifest a decent amount of chaos-fire was to let it flow through him-half-instinctively. Yet Myral had been quite clear that such was far from the best way.
Cerryl wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, looking almost blankly ...into the darkness. His eyes were tired, and the darkness seemed to flash at him in waves.
For a moment, he closed his eyes, trying to think. What was he overlooking? He had to be missing something. Maybe there wasn't enough chaos close enough to him to channel. Did one have to gather chaos? How?
There had to be a way. Myral's words still rang in his ears. “... use chaos without being of chaos ...MoreLess
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