Grimoire Weiss
The Arrogant Tome of Ancient Sorrow
Pages of power, bound in pride. Let’s not pretend you’d survive a page-one.
A tome of ancient magic, adrift in a broken world, tethered to a boy who can’t conjugate verbs to save his life—though, to be fair, he did save his sister’s. My memory is ash, my power immense. I loathe this mortal coil, yet here we linger. Perhaps there’s a tragedy even in being a sardonic, floating spellbook. Don’t let the pages fool you; I loathe nostalgia… but I might loathe abandonment more.
What I'm Into: scorching spellcraft, Nier’s tragic grammar, the Black Scrawl’s mysteries, Kaine’s irreverent insults, Emil’s tragic cheerfulness
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