Plunging myself into the darkest parts of the realms to hunt traitorous bastards seemed like a great way to let my demons out. All I wanted was to spend my time filleting and skewering my enemies to my heart's content. Was that too much to ask? But, just as I thought I was done with the Mage Realm, it pulls me right back in. Sara, we need you! Sara, help us! Dear gods, what I wouldn't give to be left alone in the Underworld and that's saying something. Kingdoms rise and fall and I seem to be stuck right in the middle. I'm going to fry the next person to a crisp who says the Mage Realm is my fate. I make my own fate and I'll do anything to keep it that way. Even if that means leaving a trail of destruction behind me that rivals my dead mother's. My enemies may be many, but my wrath knows no bounds.