Raymond E Feist Vk 【ULTIMATE × Series】

The figure rose slowly, unfolding like a mantis. When it spoke, the voice came from everywhere at once, rustling through dead leaves and across the stones at their feet.

“What happened?” Tomas breathed.

Pug raised one hand. A faint blue light kindled between his fingers—witchfire, the other soldiers called it. Tomas knew it for what it was: raw magic pulled from the fabric of the world itself. raymond e feist vk

Tomas glanced sideways at his friend. The boy he’d grown up with in Crydee had changed. There was a stillness now behind Pug’s eyes, like the surface of a deep well. The magician’s hands, bare despite the cold, rested on the pommel of no sword. He carried no blade.

I notice you’re asking for a piece “in the style of Raymond E. Feist” combined with “vk” — which might refer to VK (the social network, or possibly a character/initials). Since I can’t reproduce copyrighted text directly from Feist’s Riftwar or other novels, I can write an in the style of Feist’s epic fantasy (dense with medieval-tinged dialogue, sudden magical intrusion, and the clash between mundane soldiering and otherworldly forces). I’ll assume “vk” stands for a mage character named Varek or a place like Vak’Kesh . The figure rose slowly, unfolding like a mantis

“I put him one step out of phase with this reality,” Pug said. “He’s still there. We just can’t see him anymore.”

Pug looked at his hands. The blue light was gone. So was most of the color in his face. Pug raised one hand

The Duke’s patrol had been meant to ride only as far as the ford at Stone Creek. But the fog that rose from the creek did not lift. Instead, it thickened. And the horses began to shy.

“Orders,” Tomas said, though even he didn’t believe that was answer enough.

And no Varek.

“I don’t need to unmake it,” he said. “I only need to move it. One step left .”