Dragonia

“Sometimes, it is better to not know.” Such sayings worked most of the time, especially in the magical world in order to maintain peace. "It is better to leave mysteries unsolved rather than discovering them recklessly and then suffer miserably. Besides, it is for everyone’s sake," so said the Inquisitor. However, no matter in what era, world, and situation, the truths will be unveiled no matter how well it is hidden from everyone, even if it takes a millennium to unfold. It shall be, and will be. As a result, anomalies, wars and battles, swords and sorceries, bloods and tears, rage and sadness, and chaos will surely erect for every truths learnt. Or maybe, would it be the other way around? Well, who knows? It may not be as simple as you think it is. This is a story of a young man named Marco Istinggar, whose goal is to seek the Grand Altar, the mighty and most holy site of the ancient times. Within, stores the secret of the world.

NAF12 · Fantasia

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97 Chs

Chains of Sorrow and Remorse

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Somewhere on the open field north of Napre,

Two men wearing the insignia of Dragonia race walk unburdened on the seamless meadow. "Quite a chaos out there, won't you agree... Zeugen?" the black-haired man asked.

"Ja!" Zeugen agreed, "They wert able to dispatch the ‘demon’ bravely," said Zeugen. The black-haired man sighs disappointedly, "Hmph, our hunt was taken by them, which made our arrival here at Napre Region useless.”

"Herr Eiskopf—

—Eiskoff?" Zeugen’s colleague cut his words and stopped walking immediately. "Ayyup, it means 'Ice Head' if thy wondering..." Zeugen replied jokingly with a smile.

"Hmph. How foolish.”

"Ayayayay! fein! fein! Ich shalt not repeat it again... for now. Gut? Herr Taizun?"

"For now? You’ll repeat it again sometime later. Sigh… whatever,"

Both of them continued walking down the long path in the massive plains.

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