The itch became pain within seconds.
It started at my fingertips, spreading inward and outward simultaneously, like a crawling, burning sensation that moved through the skin and into the muscle, then even deeper.
I kept both streams roaring on pure reflex, alongside producing new knights, because the golden outlines were still pressing in from every direction, and stopping was not something the situation was going to allow me.
[Mage's Folly… now of all times…] I thought, and the dread that came with it was the kind with a history attached to it.
I shoved the history down hard and kept firing because if I let myself think about what Mage's Folly meant at the cellular level while I was standing in the middle of an Eldritch siege with one arm and one leg, I'd probably detonate a Fragmentation Pebble on my own face.
The pain climbed my remaining arm and hit my chest,, even my vision smeared at the edges while a tentacle came in from the left that I shredded on reflex.
