The snow faded as my eyes began losing sight, nightmare had begun consuming my thoughts in the midst of emptiness and despair "what a messed up Christmas gift" I inwardly cursed as flashing lights and the vexing noise of siren is all my senses could grasp, I laid my weary body soaked in my own blood. I accepted that everything had came to an end. I woke up in a worn out bed as I kept on having a headache onslaught as soon as I woke up, a weird circular rune-like scar is vividly etched on the back of my hand faintly glowing, I let out an unconscious scream "didn't I died?" Only the Origin Stones are capable of fulfilling your desires, what do you seek? fame?, wealth?, revenge?, or is it power? In a world where magic is worshipped and science is depraved, countless adventures is about to unravel.