The mage lowered his hands, as the smoke enveloped the
castle. It wasn’t really a solution to the problem. Merely prolonging the
issue. The inhabitants of the castle were all in various stages of the Black
And Red Plague, and there was no hope for a cure.
Now.
But the mage hoped against hope that in a few hundred years,
maybe, the right combination of herbs and magic would be found, and they could
be saved. He would just have to watch over the land until they arrived.
The lava that took the castle upon emergence also took the
mage.
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