[Cards] Sword of the Spelldrinker (Patreon)

The sword glinted in the light of the fire. No, not glint. It... drank the light in, it seemed.

She pried her attention away from the beautiful blade long enough to utter a single word. In an instant, the fireball hurtling towards her was pulled deep into the sword's inky depths. The sound of the archmage's frustration forced a small smirk to tug at the corner of her mouth.