A sharp quick know is heard at the spire door. Dark Sorcerer taps his foot impatiently. This is… not his first option, but his research just leads to dead ends and every cookie he finds that does know about dimensional travel refuses to tell him anything.
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Shadow Milk opened the door expecting a friend or companion. He was goofy at first until his smile dropped. “You are not… who I thought you’d be.”












