“Regulated to watch duty… phooey!”
Mercy murmured to herself while sitting at her post, high up on a platform built on the cliff sides of Wingwatch. From there she could see the hustling and bustling of mages and non-mages alike down below on the island and all around the Outpost. However, she was supposed to be keeping an eye on the horizon, where a dark smog surrounded the nearby island of Raydes. The dreaded Wither was in focus in her telescope and she was supposed to signal a...
