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Inside the Vast plain...
Navea is sitting on the ground while a circular ball floats under her hand when she twist it to the left the grass in front of her started to die and when she twists it back it seems to be rewarded.
"[River of Cold]" She cast. The plain green of grasses below her become dark blue ice that started to crack down in black dust. She was playing with the [Time Remote Ball] on her hand as it frost recede and spread with every twist of her hand.
She smiles and reverts the grass. She then starts to walk, then suddenly twisting the ball. She arrives past 5 meters from her past position as the patch of grass pressed on the ground being the mark.
"That's excellent Ms. Navea, being a nymph and a reincarnation of Chronus. I hope you will develop more in the future," D acknowledge her improvement. She happily bowed in acceptance of his compliment.
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In the far, north... A lone night elf is just standing motionless. Dread and terror fill his whole body.
"Why? Why? Why? Why? I didn't do anything wrong... I'm their only son! I deserve their help and support!! Why?!"
Elferin Agrivar is a spoiled night elf. He always follows the footstep of his father and mother. He always studies all his life to become like them a famed Black Archwizard.
He attended the Tower to learn more as they also were students when they were at the time Apprentice.
This time fate played him. His family abandoned him alone in this place. He only receives a letter just now. They gave him a separate apartment for his study but nothing more. He also got disowned or rather betrayed. It was a taboo but they didn't think much of him than garbage to be thrown.
"I'm pathetic... I'm weak that I can not do anything for myself. I need help and support. Why do I need them? No, they don't need me. That's right! I'm no need for them just some flesh garbage..." He mumbles.
"No child... You are not garbage or a thrash. You are perfect on your own," D's soft voice ring behind him. He stands beside him looking toward the vast black space.
"You don't need them. You are more powerful in your own right. Everyone can be if they wanted. They don't deserve to be your family. A family doesn't betray a family. They are flesh garbage that needed to be burned," D said. Elferin nodded at his words. It was what he wanted to hear. It was what he yearns to know and feel.
"What can I do?" Elferin ask.
"You need to learn," D said pulling a black book from his robe. He gave it to Elferin and he accepted it.
"What is this?" Elferin ask. He opens it and was shocked.
[Forbidden Scripture of Black Arts]
"It was what they all took from us. An option to be powerful. Power isn't about the source but how we use it. We may be seen as bad but in reality, we are defined by our ideals and goals. I lost my family from elemental wizards because my wife and child are also black. Do you think they were right? No, in our eyes right? They are evil but in the others? They were heroes worth celebrating and be proud of. A child and helpless killers. That is how we defined our self," D left Elferin.
Elferin stares at the book in his hand and slowly reaches his left hand where an inverted triangle is tattooed. The book vanishes and fuses with his grimoire.
"No regrets... I'll find my path and walk it all alone," Elferin mumbles while shivering in fear for the future to unfold.
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Jin is currently standing on a lone ground. No scent and feeling are rattling his bones and concentration as he feels comfortable living in this form. All he needs to do is progress and eat some souls to make a living. When he did what D advice him to Jin feel a new door opens for him.
He opens his jaws wide like it will separate his jaw from his skull.
*Shriiieeekkkkk!!!!!!*
A high pitch vibrating wail escapes his mouth. Everyone from hundred meters looks in his direction with anger. Their swaying posture gave clues to their status.
"That was not bad..." D appears in front of him with wild hair that used to be braided by thin threads of silk.
"Yeshha!!!" Jin celebrated.
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Nona Moreva is standing on dead land. A truly dead land as the grass on her sight is all dead. No sign of life beside her. Cold passing wind accompanied by a high chilling pitch of a whispering song. The scent of rancid fallen wood permeates the air.
"Hmmm... Hmm hmm." Her humming was controlling the stale wind to move in every slow pace that makes the invisible air visible as they condense giving the place a very cold detach feel.
"Hmmm... Hmm hmm."
It was terrifying as her eyes were pitch black with her dark robes that seem to be watching you slowly descend to the 6 feet deep grave.
D afar started to walk inside the domain of humming death. When he steps inside the cold slow move of wind bursts in action pushing him back. Barrier surrounding him safely from the powerful penetration of the wind. The air didn't seem to affect his barrier suddenly change to a pitch-black miasma covering him whole. The barrier started to turn purple and a cracking sound started to cover him.
"Interesting choice... A death singer," D mumbles finally stepping back after having measured what she was doing.
"Sadly, the effect is slow and start is longer than needed to be." D left Nona.
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Henry is standing on the air as overlooking the plain. He has a defeated look on his face. On his feet is an almost invisible construct from threads he made.
He was observing the training others were doing at a high point as he studies blood magic and he didn't seem to make any understanding.
'Fuck... They improve faster than me. If I didn't become a Champion then I'll remain to be the dead last of my year.' Henry thought of his improvement.
