He turned his back on the body of the fallen black mage and sighed. "I know, I know…" He mumbled as the whispers of the spirits echoed in his mind. While the black mage had died, the corruption her spells had caused wasn't gone. The darkness still tried to expand its influence, the sky was still covered with in, and the water was still muddy and convoluted.
The young man walked to the shore of the lake and gently placed his hand on the water. "Such vile intent," He whispered. "If only I could cast holy magic." It would be easy to cleanse this place. To save the dying spirits of nature.
But that wasn't something he was capable of. Holy magic was beyond his reach, it would always be beyond his reach. He closed his eyes and raised his voice. "Darkness, hear me. I command thee, come!"
Nothing happened. The water remained muddy and diluted and the dying whispers of the spirits filled his ears. "Darkness hear me!" He shouted louder. Why was it not obeying him? "I command thee, come!"
