Fire of the Sorceress

After 850 years, you'd think I'd have cleaned this place up by now.

I didn't choose immortality. I had it foisted upon me by a trio of overambitious fellow sorceresses working a spell they didn't fully understand.

To prevent anything like that ritual from happening again, I've devoted my life to protecting the balance between magical and mundane.

After almost a millennium hunting monsters and keeping witches in line, the thrill is gone. My heart's not in it anymore, and my once-flourishing powers have begun to wane. Add in the recent strain of dealing with my ex, a servant of death who happens to be the force binding me to existence, and damn, do I need a vacation.

But when a blood mage with familiar ambitions begins gathering tools for a deadly ritual, I can't stand by and do nothing. Not when his success means a bloody history repeating itself.

To stop him, I'll need to dust off decades of apathy and appeal to the single surviving ally I haven't driven away, but first I need to access my full power. If I can remember how.

It's time for me to pull up my big sorceress panties and remind everyone who's boss.