Pug looked at his hands. The blue light was gone. So was most of the color in his face.
Then the raven came.
Pug smiled. It was a strange expression on a face so young. raymond e feist vk
I notice you’re asking for a piece “in the style of Raymond E. Feist” combined with “vk” — which might refer to VK (the social network, or possibly a character/initials). Since I can’t reproduce copyrighted text directly from Feist’s Riftwar or other novels, I can write an in the style of Feist’s epic fantasy (dense with medieval-tinged dialogue, sudden magical intrusion, and the clash between mundane soldiering and otherworldly forces). I’ll assume “vk” stands for a mage character named Varek or a place like Vak’Kesh .
“Orders,” Tomas said, though even he didn’t believe that was answer enough. Pug looked at his hands
The wind rose again, carrying a whisper that might have been laughter.
The figure rose slowly, unfolding like a mantis. When it spoke, the voice came from everywhere at once, rustling through dead leaves and across the stones at their feet. Then the raven came
Varek laughed. It was not a pleasant sound.
Pug raised one hand. A faint blue light kindled between his fingers—witchfire, the other soldiers called it. Tomas knew it for what it was: raw magic pulled from the fabric of the world itself.
Tomas felt the cold change. It was no longer winter’s cold. It was the cold of a tomb.