Ode to Sorcery
Six centuries passed since the end of the Profane War. The Gods are dead, violently dragged from their thrones by accursed beings whose name is only uttered in fearful whispers.
The atmospheric Mana became too dense for the human populace, now forced to live inside protective domes throughout the known world.
However, dreams blossom everywhere.
Spellcasters, skilled individuals capable of taming Mana itself, are able to brave the countless dangers outside. From wretched Nightmares to twisted phenomena, only they can survive nature’s cruelest hurdles.
Follow Aeden, a Homunculus hybrid, as he attempts to prove himself with his adventuring party, unknowing of the waves his abnormal birth stirred.
Through brutal trials and traumatic ordeals - perhaps they will learn - that when flirting with death, tomorrow is a hope, never a promise.
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She exhaled. And then, the world turned red.
Heatwaves scorched the earth as he struggled to take a simple breath. Flaming tendrils snaked around them, rapidly coiling towards her in a frenzied dance.
It was no mere spellcast, for she hadn’t even uttered a single incantation. Her golden eyes fixed on him, burning with the truest essence of hatred.
The blaze roared once more, mirroring her emotions. It devoured living and nonliving objects in a show of terrifying equality.
The fire, ruthless and unforgiving, had already engulfed the whole forest. Still, before him, it only waited. It swayed and spun, whirled and twirled as if taunting him. Its influence was but torture, and he felt like his very life was being singed.
The heat charred his skin, and his body screamed from the painful embrace, yet it couldn’t even compare to the fiery madness that slowly crept into his mind.
The inferno parted akin to hellish curtains, revealing her silhouette, regal and solemn.
At that moment, his wits could only spare a thought:
“So this is.. a true Sorceress...”
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Apoqliphoth · Fantasía
