After dinner that evening, Valois took Gunther’s hand and led him into the bedroom. Closing the door quietly behind them, he let go and stepped into the middle of the room on his own.
Confused, Gunther just stood and watched as Valois raised one hand to circle it three times around his own head. Something glowed faintly above him, then slowly moved down to envelop his body entirely in a soft, pulsing red mist.
Gunther took a single, nervous step back. What the hell was this all about? It wasn’t like Valois to perform visual magic of this level without some kind of advance warning or explanation first. What was going on?
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Well, my lovelies…
…and all that. But it’s back. Finally. Thank you so much for sticking with me through the last couple of years. You have no idea how much it’s appreciated <3