Epic Seven Crac //top\\ «LEGIT | ROUNDUP»

A younger version of herself wept over a stolen purse. A soldier she’d once failed to save stared at her with hollow eyes. Ludo’s voice echoed: “Your luck was never yours. It was borrowed. And now… it’s mine.”

Cermia’s hand drifted to the massive gun-sword slung across her back. “I don’t play with things that bleed smoke.” epic seven crac

Glasses shattered. The floor cracked. And from the fissure in the wooden planks, a thin, purple-black smoke curled upward. It smelled of ozone and old magic. A younger version of herself wept over a stolen purse

She drew her weapon—, the cannon-blade that had split a hundred foes. She didn’t fire it. Instead, she slammed it into the floor of the crack. It was borrowed

The tavern patrons fled. Cermia should have shot him then. But the crack hummed with a melody only she could hear—the song of a wager she’d never made before.

Ludo’s grin widened impossibly. “Agreed.”