Archmage Abomination

Chapter 2: Archmage in a New World

Arthur awakened to the songs of birds.

It was confusing going from unconscious to awake. His body hurt in many places, so many that he believed he may have been out cold for days or weeks. His mouth tasted like copper and ash. And every muscle complained when he tried to get up.

He was lying on top of grass. That was the first tangible detail that his brain could comprehend. Grass, ...

Chapter 1: Archmage Among Immortals

The laboratory was quiet except for the soft hum of the Resonance Anchors.

Arthur Ferrell stood in the center of the heptagonal pattern he'd spent three months arranging, checking his calculations for the forty-ninth time. The numbers hadn't changed. They never did. But when you were about to attempt something that could shatter your Cadence into a thousand irreparable pieces, checking tw...