Yesterday I was finishing medical school and working at an ambulance, saving human lives—and today they drag me into the army to take those very lives. In my left hand is a duty case, in my right—a draft notice. Total confusion in my soul! And then there’s this damn funnel…
Wait—what does “the last heir of the Dark Clan” mean? And in general, is it even possible to keep the Light of Healing burning in your soul when you step onto the Dark path—the path of the Magic of Death?
Music: Mystical Sting2 Alexandr Nakarada Epic Nucis — Darren Curtis