Retreat to the Basement
What the gods don't know won't hurt them.
The darkness in the basement grew deeper as Brigit impishly toed the line of erasing a point of a rune. “Just how powerful will I become, Ancient one?”
The Hooded figure raised its head and peered at the mage. His red-tinged eyes seemed to flash as he imagined himself being free of this prison of her making. “Tha eíste pio ischyroí apó tous perissóterous…