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Dagon sits on his embedded throne in the wall, watching as his pathetic brother slowly faze into their temporary home, using too much magic, when he should be more concerned about healing himself.
Baul’s body solidifies as soon as he hits Dagon’s feet, reaching desperately. “Brother!! Help!” he screeches.
Dagon can’t help but roll his eyes, standing and walking away before Baul can grab the fabric of his clothes and try to siphon out some of his magic for faster healing. “I told you to leave that witch alone, but you didn’t care to listen.”
His piercing hiss echoes through the walls as Dagon walks over the to the mirror they’ve hung in the isolated cave. They didn’t need much to survive on. Food wasn’t necessary, not the kind you eat. Shelter was easy to come b
