A cold wind howled past a silent village on the outskirts of the Asterisk kingdom. The air was humid, carrying the disgusting aura of death for whoever took it in. A thick fog floated over the small land, not giving anyone a chance to navigate through it, not even a magic user.
This small land was a village was known as the Tholum, a quiet village with a population of fewer than one thousand people. It was far away from civilization, and maybe that's how the people here liked it since It was always peaceful here.
The dense mana in the air made everyone with a mana core powerful enough to become a great mage, but they had no interest in using their magical abilities for combat, so they used them for domestic purposes because the fog was always up to protect them.
However, things were about to take a sick turn.