Remus117
Emperor of Rome
Dr. Whateley leaned back in his chair. That was... that was a lot to handle, he had to admit. He didn’t consider himself superstitious, but he couldn’t deny, he felt a sudden chill possess him, and the sensation of a thousand eyes at his back. He momentarily wondered if the results of a thousand whispered experiments and broken graveyards were coming back to haunt him.
He pushed the thought from his mind, taking a deep breath, and removing his pinz-nec. “So, how exactly are we going to kill this thing?” He stated. “Or, Perhaps, these things.” He amended. “Clearly, there’s a single mage of unprecedented power. Or, a coven of highly powerful mages.”
He pushed the thought from his mind, taking a deep breath, and removing his pinz-nec. “So, how exactly are we going to kill this thing?” He stated. “Or, Perhaps, these things.” He amended. “Clearly, there’s a single mage of unprecedented power. Or, a coven of highly powerful mages.”