Conquered

Without my touch, people die. Screaming, burning from the inside out. A good person would want to save them.

I don't.

In the empire of Khesere, magic rules. Those who can control it hold all the power, until that power turns on them and consumes them from the inside out. That's where I come in.

I'm an Inert. The opposite of magic, and the one thing that's sure to save a sorcerer's life before their power burns them into pieces. I'm also a slave. Faceless, voiceless, and chained.

Now I've been g...