"Okay, what the fuck was that?"
"That, my friend, was Crimson. One of the Old Gods."
"How did you do that?" Rett's eyes are filled with fear.
"I? I did nothing. You have been blessed by one of the Old High Gods. Consider yourself lucky. If he [OOC: she? it?] hadn't liked the look of you, you could well have not only been dead now, but never have existed at all."
Rett snorts, uneasily. "Aw, c'mon, there's no such thing as gods! Admit it, that was an illusion of yours!"
"Where do you think magic comes from?"
"There's no such thing as magic! It all comes from within!"
Kugal shakes his head, smiling. "You'll see."
"And don't patronise me! You act like magic is something that comes from outside, something we just tap into, but it isn't! It all comes from within! All your..." Rett looks around exasperated. "All your spells, all your rituals, they are just to help you to believe! But if you believe you can do it, you don't need spellbooks or rituals!"
Kugal shakes his head again. "You seek to explain that which cannot be explained, in order to control it. But magic cannot be controlled, only used. You'll see when we reach our destination."
"And quit the mystery. It's a sign of insecurity."
But Rett is still shaken by what happened.
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