Just before articulating his words, a terrible vision assails Soleus.
It is vivid. So real. So close.
The sky has turned into some endlessly deep dark plane.
Black arms and hands of gigantic sizes are descending from the heavens.
Innumerable tendrils of black murk are rising from the earth.
The same blackness he glimpsed at with the Eye of Forbidden Sight.
The souls of all people across the land are ripped off from their mortal vessel by thousands and thousands of wicked hands.
And then they come for him. Cold and screaming. They have waited for so long.
As this apocalyptic scene is unfolding, a stoic voice rising from the world resonates in Soleus mind.
It says :
You really want to die, don't you?
I have this simple classification system for spells, scaling from one to eight. Class 1 is what you lot have been casting mostly. Simple spells. Class 8 is where fundamental rules of reality are changed. Two highest levels cannot be archieved currently, and this spell actually ranks on class 7. And that's if you had magic roll 5 or 6. But you have 1. What I'm going to do? I didn't expect this kind of spell with this kind of roll. I probably should just outright rip your soul out. And Anna's. And probably do same for everyone in the entire continent too. Which also includes all players.
It's also midnight here. I'm gonna sleep over this and think about it more tomorrow. I'll give you opportunity to do same.
At this very moment, Soleus snaps out of the trance on his knees, shaken to the core by what he just saw.
Anna is here, embracing him strongly from the back, pleading with her eyes in tear to stop the madness he was going to do.
There is no way he could hide his intent from the perfect wife he asked. She could read into his heart like in a wide open book.
"I beg you Soleus, stop your madness ! Come back to me !"
He looks at the motionless dice with terror, then at his hands. Why did he even thought of asking for such a spell ??
With a weak voice, he says :
"DICE OF ORDER, BAKE ME A CAKE AND PLACE IT IN FRONT OF ME."