The art of magic is a wonder to behold, yet fraught with peril. The essence of the arcana, as we understand it, draws upon the very fabric of reality, gathering in what we term mana—the lifeblood of existence itself. This energy is a constant presence in our world, a silent current that courses through all things, granting skilled practitioners the ability to bend natural law to their will.
The scholars of the Conjuration Parliament have meticulously chronicled the intricacies of magic in their ancient tomes. In essence, mana persists as long as anything exists. It is the foundation upon which all reality is built—cosmos, planets, and our very beings are woven from this mystical thread. Those who learn to manipulate mana may unlock its secrets and wield powerful sorceries.
Yet, heed the warning passed down through the ages of wizened matriarchs of ancient times: "Magic is both of miracle and the unfortunate, much like fire—capable of illuminating the dark, but equally capable of scorching the unwary." Countless have met their demise, driven to despair, or fallen into the corruptive embrace of arcane power. Those who dare to overextend their grasp of mana risk tearing asunder the fabric of reality itself, witnessing truths obscured by time or untruths that were never meant to be archived by time itself, often at the cost of their sanity.
In dire circumstances, one might consume an overwhelming amount of mana, shattering the delicate balance of existence and creating a rift that bends spacetime, plunging into a maelstrom of chaos. Such events are rare and often lethal, with only a few daring souls having glimpsed this madness before being claimed by it. Let this serve as a reminder to all who would command magic: the mind is a fragile thing, and the depths of power can lead to the darkest of fates....