It was all a laugh, a joke. This was never meant to happen. Matt stood over the torn and mangled bodies of the eight players he DMed for, shadows clinging to his fingers, sparking with what he could only call arcane energy. There was a clatter as an epoxy horn fell to the ground at his feet, splattering in the small pool of blood pooling around Taliesin's body from the gaping wound in his chest. It, too, seemed to smoke with shadow and crackle with power. But it was a prop, wasn't it? Just a prop. Magic wasn't real, Orkis wasn't real, none of it was real.
But the bodies were real.
The blood was real.
The death was real.
Matt began to shake, hugging himself tightly, what had happened? What had he done?
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