Magic could have given us greatness, but out of fear they burned the library, silenced our voices and shattered our legacy
One by one, the gifted were hunted down. They came for me one night, but instead of a pyre, I was thrown into the dark
A second chance they called it. A chance to prove my kind still had a use
A chance to die in the dark alone. If I survive, it won't be by their mercy, but by my skill
mastering the arcane but nothing could prepare me for what lies ahead