CRUELTY
the orb of dark magic
His right hand thrown out straight, and the dark thing already loose from it.
the orb of dark magic
His right hand thrown out straight, and the dark thing already loose from it.
the dark lightning
The same right hand, the same open palm, and the storm going out of it in every direction at once.
the gathering
Both arms up, and the sky doing what it is told.
the thorned blade
Briar wrapped around the steel, and the steel already coming down.
the walk
The ground splits for him. It is not clear that he notices.
the throne of thorns
Grown, not built. He sits in it the way a thing sits in what it made.