The Lore of Sorcerer Basil of the Berg

I stand before the pyre, its ghostly flames reflecting on my face.

It took a while, but I finally saw behind Miyo’s façade. She is a sad soul, who had everything taken from her, only to be reborn in this altered Chaos Mage form, where she can burn ever so brightly in juxtaposition with her cold core. Alas, she can never be mine. So, I will do this for her instead. I can only pray that my egg, Icicle and I change into a vessel that can serve her better.

I am ready. My love for Miyo burns inside me. And the flame beckons. The egg I carry before me seems to vibrate in anticipation. It is time.

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