Jean and Paulin fled their decimated village, Flowerbery, venturing deeper into the unforgiving expanse en route to Atlantia. The arduous journey tested their will as they crossed the no man's land, shrouded in an eerie silence. Lost in the woods, a chance encounter led them to a group of survivors—a mix of six adolescents akin to Jean and Paulin and three young adults. Roland, an enigmatic figure with protective powers, emerged as their leader. With introductions exchanged, a bond formed, promising both unity and uncertainty as they navigated the treacherous path toward Atlantia's elusive embrace.
Roland's voice cut through the tense air, "It's good to meet people from back home, even after what happened." Jean's response echoed with weariness, "This is the only good that has happened to us so far, so we can agree on that."
Roland's gaze shifted to Jean's silent companion, "What about your friend?" Jean's somber reply came, "He's always quiet, but we haven't had anything to eat."
A determined glint sparked in Roland's eyes, "Well, let's go hunt then." His words carried a weight of experience, "Remember, these lands are unforgiving. The only reason we're still alive is because I know how to survive. Follow my lead, or it will cost you your life."
With resolve in their hearts, they set out to hunt, gather, or fish, knowing that every meal was a battle won in the harsh expanse they traversed.
In the illustrious city of Arxce, the enigmatic figure known only as Duke commanded respect and admiration as one of the wealthiest individuals in the region. Despite his outward charm and affluence, Duke harbored a clandestine identity, concealing ulterior motives beneath his facade of wealth and charisma.
Following yet another contentious council meeting, Duke retreated to his chambers, after they just announced the Empirium taking over flowerbery and Cesarius successfully convincing the senate to retaliate right away .
accompanied by his loyal henchman, Silvestre. As the weight of unexpected events pressed upon him, Duke's mask of composure slipped, revealing a manipulative strategist driven by self-interest.
Duke's voice dripped with frustration, "It is not going as planned. It should have taken the council another day to react to the Empirium taking over Flowerbury."
Silvestre, his loyal confidant, inquired, "What shall I do then?"
Duke's eyes blazed with ire, "It's that Cesarius!" His tone laced with venom, "Lowering away that infantry near Flowerbury so that it can be easy for the Empirium to take over was not easy. He keeps thwarting my plans."
Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Duke commanded, "I need you to divert the infantry sent to reclaim Flowerbury for as long as possible."
Silvestre pressed, "What about Cesarius?"
Duke's resolve hardened, "We have no choice but to tarnish his image in the eyes of the people and the Senate. His days as head council are numbered."
With a sinister plot unfolding, Duke set his sights on removing Cesarius from power, his true intentions shrouded in darkness as his schemes remained undetected by those around him.
In the realm of Kindelhiem, under the rule of King Alexander, the city flourished in a prime location . Nestled amidst three rivers and cradled by towering mountains, Kindelhiem boasted abundant resources, making survival seemingly effortless compared to the harsh realities faced by other settlements.
However, the tranquillity of Kindelhiem was threatened by the presence of mutated creatures, remnants of a world long lost to chaos. These creatures, once ordinary animals turned deadly, haunted the lands beyond the city walls, serving as a grim reminder of the past.
As the sole bastion of civilization in a desolate world, Kindelhiem stood as a beacon of hope for its inhabitants. The city's founders, blessed with extraordinary powers, forged a society where strength and mysticism intertwined seamlessly. Mages, high mages, and sorcerers walked among the populace, revered for their supernatural abilities.
Emilia, a burgeoning prodigy on the cusp of ascending to the esteemed rank of higher sorcerer, resided within the opulent confines of King Alexander's royal palace. Amidst this backdrop of mystique and power, a shadow loomed over the kingdom as news of the abduction of the strongest high sorcerer reverberated through the city, plunging Kindelhiem into uncertainty and fear.
Alexander shocked by what he was told, he sets down on his throne and cover eyes with his hand
Alexander: "High Sorcerer Ana, it is time for Emilia to step into the role of the highest sorcerer of Kindelhiem."
High Sorcerer Ana, a guardian of ancient spells and wisdom, expressed her concerns about Emilia's readiness to take on such a significant mantle.
Ana: "Your Majesty, Emilia has yet to master her spells fully."
Alexander: "What do you propose then?"
Ana: "Allow me to handle this, Your Majesty."
With a calculated gaze, King Alexander met Ana's eyes, his voice unwavering as he made a startling declaration.
Alexander: "Emilia's power exceeds yours, even in her current state. Proceed with the transition."
His tone laced with urgency, King Alexander added a directive to uncover the truth behind recent events.
Alexander: "In the meantime, I will ascertain the perpetrator of this treachery."
As Ana took her leave, a tumult of emotions roiled within her, a silent storm of ambition and resentment.
In the solitude of her chambers, she muttered to herself, grappling with the weight of the king's decision.
Ana: "It was my turn... My turn!"