Chapter 5: Did anyone else see the box fly at my face?
No one really knew what the Eidralith was. Supposedly, it had been unearthed from a crater older than the Synod. Some called it divine. Others suspected it was just very ancient, as ancient as the meteor that had given magic to all the lands itself.
Fabrisse also didn’t know the answer. But at least today, as the box flew like a meteorite and slammed directly into his face, he learned that the Eidralith could hit like a gods-damned mule cart.
It was less like a divine moment and more like being curb-stomped by an angry wardrobe with vendetta issues. The world cracked, his teeth met air, and his septum had probably rearranged itself.
He fell backwards in a graceless heap. The pain came late.
A ringing had taken up residence behind his left eye, that only stung more and more before it started subsiding. He was reasonably sure he could taste copper.
Before the agony, something booped into being behind his eyes.
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