![]() I felt the rush of power from the sigil, and gave a bit of my own back to it, mana filling the sigil and flowing from it to the various wards and defenses I'd set around the apartment. With blood and with soul, in life and in death, I stand as the vigilant guard from First Fall to now, and in times yet to come, until all doors to this realm are barred." "To secure this realm from above and below, I swear my life to the sword celestial and demon alike beware the sign of the ancient accord. Set my shit down on the couch, walk over to the sigil hanging on the wall above my Dad's silvered sword, and say the words I'd been taught since I was old enough to speak them. I stepped into my apartment - our apartment, though I had no idea where Zeena was at the moment - and followed my usual ritual. Abjuration lessons were among the hardest lessons on my schedule - I'm an Evoker, by aptitude - but they were necessary training if I was going to go into the family business.
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