Rites of the Spellmaster

Screams filled the air around the pair of vayrons. Melanthios’ mind was blank, he felt nothing for the people and reoseans running from the terror he had unleashed on them. His markings shimmered as his lightning cracked through the air unrestrained. His wild magic gave way to terrifying creatures made of stone and lightning. Massive zataro-like creatures tore through the small town, leaving nothing recognizable in their wake.  ...