Magic is different. Black or white, classic. Black and white, like an old TV, colored and angry, like the feverish delirium of a child who has eaten too many colors. In general, for every taste. But the strongest, that, real magic has one distinctive property. It is completely invisible until it disappears.
You see - power, it's like a permanent job, or something. As a result, you spend all your time and energy trying to stay in power. You begin to see conspiracies against your loved one where there are none. You take it out on the alleged dissatisfied. It's not long to wait for real conspiracies.
The world seems to have gone crazy. Damn what's going on. People are acquiring superpowers en masse. Children run between worlds. The characters are escaping their books en masse, and the demons are fleeing Hell. And sometimes, like clockwork, something from the completely forgotten pantheons appears, as if asking: “didn’t you wait?”
All these guns, all this gunpowder... What's the point of killing someone from a distance? Everyone sits in pits like moles in shit and clicks their triggers. War is now the property of cowards.
People. What strange creatures they are. They seem to be fragile, but as soon as they get into trouble, surprises immediately begin. What an ordinary person can endure can surprise even an immortal. But sometimes there are situations when even the strongest person needs help.
Do you know what is the scariest thing in this world? Inevitability. The realization that sooner or later, one way or another, you will be overwhelmed by a stream of events that cannot be changed.
