“That’s new,” Cermia muttered.
It always did.
The tavern in the port city of Reingar was thick with the smell of cheap ale and desperation. Cermia loved it. epic seven crac
And as she walked out into the Reingar sunset, she flipped one of Ludo’s cursed coins. It came up heads.
Glasses shattered. The floor cracked. And from the fissure in the wooden planks, a thin, purple-black smoke curled upward. It smelled of ozone and old magic. “That’s new,” Cermia muttered
The merchant scrambled away. Cermia sighed, stretching her arms. She was bored. The world’s greatest gambler had no one left to challenge her—until a tremor shook the tavern.
“You don’t trap a gambler in a house of chance,” she said, stepping through her own created rift. “We build new doors.” She erupted back into the tavern, landing on the table with a crash. The sun hadn’t moved. Ludo stood frozen, his grin gone. Cermia loved it
The crack in the world sealed itself. The tavern owner peeked from behind the bar. Cermia tossed him a gold coin.