The world isn't kind to a conjure mans heart, it teaches him elements by breaking him, power by bending him and focus by challenging him. Her chaos waits for his power to give it form, his love to breathe its life and his soul to connect and contain it. Gods aren't born, they are made in the crucible of life, their strength is earned, their power paid for and their wisdom in blood and pain and flesh.
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