By the flicker of magefire, his secrets take form
A weave is his canvas, his refuge, his storm. An amulet hums bound by sigils unknown
What pact does it guard? What seeds has he sown
He's in the shadows
Threads of fame, drawn tight and thin. Power bends to his will, yet fractures him within
The circles cast, his focus fades. A wizard's curse or wisdom's blade
Spellbound by the arcane weight, each glyph he carves twists the hand of fate
The amulet pulses, but shadows remain. Will it bring his glory, or unravel his name
Behind his eyes, stars collapse and flare. Each spell reshapes the planes laid bare
His body weakens, but his will ascends. Chasing knowledge where the veil ends
Summer spiral, the immortal can fall
Threads of fate, drawn tight and thin. Power bends to his will, yet fractures him within
The circles cast, his focus fades. A wizard's curse or wisdom's blade
Bound by the arcane weight, each glyph he carves twists the hand of fate
The amulet pulses, but shadows remain. Will it bring his glory, or unravel his name
The weave unravels, its threads undone. A price too steep for the Power One
The amulet glows, a portal's law. Sephiroth stands before all he saw
Through the veil