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Advent of the Archmage

Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. "Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?" What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game. "Bring it on!" Link answered confidently. "Then, best of luck." And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

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The Gift from the High Elf Prince

Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Although he was very much surprised at Link's revelations, Grinth's mind was calm. That was usually the case for a powerful Magician like him; he didn't show any of his emotions on his face.

After listening to Link, he turned towards the corpses behind him and noticed the dark purple blood on them. This was an irrefutable characteristic of Dark Elves and taking Link's detailed explanation into account, there was no doubt that the calamity was the Dark Elves' doing.

"Ira," shouted Grinth, calling for his assistant, "bring a team of guards here immediately and go get us a carriage! Make it quick!" Fear had begun to creep up on him now.

Once his assistant was gone, he then turned towards Herrera.

"Moira, it's not safe here," he said. "We must escort the prince back to the royal palace and…I suppose your disciple should come along as well."