Master;
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Now, this was new. As they were walking a glowing circle had appeared beneath their feet. The markings, those shapes; strangely similar to the transcription of miracles.
That was their last thought before they were whisked away once more.
In this one particular apartment that same pattern etched itself into the floor, a circular tangle of lines and markings. It took on a deep red hue then began to glow, its soft light steadily climbing until all was eclipsed in a white flash. When the room’s ambience returned Midir stood in the centre.
There was a flow of energy they hadn’t felt before. They had detected it, but not in this flow; it was mana. Servant, Berserker. The words- no, the meaning flowed through Midir’s mind. So, this was them.
A young woman who looked entirely ready for bed.
“The markings on your arm; you are a Master.”
“And I am to be your Servant.” It was not a rule unknown to the archdragon. Rather it was one they had known across countless ages. But they would not fail to protect another charge, especially if it was corruption that wracked this land.
“My name is Midir, Berserker class servant. I will guard you against danger in the coming events.”
