Hours after the attack on Demkas by the dragon king, Xu Kai...
In the shadowed chambers of the former royal mage, Delun, the air was heavy with the remnants of ancient magic and the acrid scent of old parchment. The room, a sanctum of secrets and unspoken fears, was cluttered with tomes and artifacts of a bygone era. Delun, once a respected mage under King Drago, now stood as a shadow of his former self, burdened by the weight of his actions.
The air stench of fire and ash. Screams all around.
The death of so many- even his beloved queen and the princess.
Delun’s mind raced through memories of his fall from grace- not in the royal castle. but in his own beliefs. He had lost himself..
His studies had begun innocently enough, a pursuit of knowledge that led him into the arcane depths
