The Art of Magic

The Temple of Ars Nova

Aurora snapped her fingers and small orbs that emitted flames, lit up the dank cave. It rotated around the three of them. "You haven't told me how you're alive. That was a hydrogen bomb and according to reports you were dead center in the explosion." Sjor'kai said as he observed the orbs slightly impressed.

Aurora stared straight into his eyes as if expecting something, "If... and only if we told you. Would you join Ragnarök once more?" Her cold green eyes reflected the flames that gave life to the dark cave. Sjor'kai was the first to break eye contact and looked towards the dark wooden entrance littered with fading rustic paint, Too fragile from the touch of time.

"No... I don't think I could anymore." He said with a tone that's filled with mockery. Whether it's to himself or Ragnarök, maybe even both it didn't matter at that moment. Aurora then looked towards the ground clenching her fist. "Then what are you going to do with that information? For closure? Don't make me fucking laug