Asclepius - To War
The Magus smiled as he packed his bag. He thought of himself that way a lot more as of late, the Wise, the Knowing. Sometimes he thought of what the world would be like if all were Awakened, and it made Asclepius cringe. Man was not yet ready for that...Atlantis had proven the dangers of too many. One day, maybe.
War, that's what it would be. He had been in battle, and he still had nightmares about the Lich. About what he did. Some nights he still woke up with a tight panic gripping his heart inside his check, a certainty that someone was coming. No one knew, and Asclepius knew that if he could just avoid battle, avoid war, then no one would ever know
There were likely other healers, he mused. But if he could help at all, he had to. After what had happened, after Selina (who still gave him nightmares of her death, her ending), he needed to do anything he could. To squander talents...
Well, he could scarely be numbered amongst the Wise then.