The wound is across my abdomen: four scars, just below my rib cage. I can show you if necessary. They looked quite normal at first, albeit a grim sight. Over the years, they grew darker and darker, from a deep violet to almost black in the end. And now, they are dimly lit from within with magic.
I assume that magic is why I am in relative stasis. It happens on occasion with gifted and powerful mages where I come from, their magic sustaining them for well beyond a natural lifespan. It can be quite tragic when it occurs to loved ones, and some casters are known to cease practicing their craft entirely so they don't outlive their families.
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I assume that magic is why I am in relative stasis. It happens on occasion with gifted and powerful mages where I come from, their magic sustaining them for well beyond a natural lifespan. It can be quite tragic when it occurs to loved ones, and some casters are known to cease practicing their craft entirely so they don't outlive their families.