Chapter 56. Retelling a Story

An outlaw by Tirria standards. 

It was difficult to process this new piece of information. It was way too raw and heavy for Germaine to take in. It rankled her nerves. She turned her gaze from the books littered on the floor, and to the black mage who was already staring at her. The look he gave her was one one fraught with wariness. 

If this situation wasn't so weird, she would have belted out a laugh, but even at that, the joke would have been on her. She put up her hand, more to ground herself than to emphasize her words. "You need to give me some more explanations because this is difficult for me to wrap my head around."

The mage nodded sympathetically. "Of course, I'll try to break it down into small pieces so you can better understand." He shifted on the couch trying to get more comfortable before he continued. "The void is a place fraught with magic, existing out of nothing. Yes," he nodded. "It does not exist, and yet, it does. You can say it exis