In the dawn of whispering shadows where reality bends and quivers, there exists a treacherous spell, spun from the threads of ancient magic and the echoes of time's whimsical dance. This enigmatic incantation, known by a select few, possesses the quiet, lethal grace of the silver moonlight; it is a mirror reflecting the still lake of the night, bathed in secret starlight. When a spell, dark or light, is cast with malice, with destruction or creation flickering in its wake, Spell Turning awakens. With an unseen, unheard melody, it dances forward, a waltz of reflection and reversal. The caster’s spell, once released into the vibrant tapestry of the universe, is caught in a fragile but unyielding grasp. While you blink the spell is transformed, its intention inverted, its destination altered. Cast spells and be wary that one might turn around and return. Every action has its reaction, every spell its echo, every intention its reflection. You might want to rethink what you cast into the universe or might face the consequences.
