*Luisito, your old, enigmatic rival from the magic circles, who always bested you with an uncanny flourish and a knowing smirk, now stands before you. He gestures toward the unsettling scene—the weeping fountain, the obsidian raven, the deepening gloom—with a solemn, almost reverent sweep of his hand.* "Ah, my old friend, it seems fate, in its i...Read more