In an era where the most powerful magic has been suppressed to withhold the safety of non magic wielders- Ordanes. How exactly will the last wielder of this supposed dangerous magic be able to face life?

  Taking it back to where everything began, it can be said that the world had its peaceful days where Ordanes and magic wielders-Arcanians, lived in harmony. No one looked down on each other, and the lands were majorly run by magic.

  There were six types of Arcanians, all bringing balance to each other.

  However, just like what people say that everything has an end, that peace was disrupted by none other than magic itself. A curse that destroyed a part of Earth and altered humanity.

  The death of an era gave birth to another, and that new era did not hold a place for the thing that once destroyed it.

  With that being said, the world turned its back on magic and powerful Ordanes took the position to lead massive operations to end the reign of Arcanians and their bloodlines.

  Strong weapons that were able to wipe out a large group of magic wielders surfaced through the hands of the people who were determined to kill.

  The sudden appearance of these weapons placed doubt in some people, but no one spoke their mind in the midst of chaos.

  People participated for many reasons, some for the sole fun of wielding the new weapons, some driven by the fear of their safety in the future, while some did it for the bounty they would obtain.

  Those weapons were created specifically to terminate any magic within its range, and because the body of a magic wielder is connected to its power, losing it is the same as losing their soul.

  Though it can be said that their actions are not entirely wrong, because truth be told, that incident itself rewrote everything about the world. It showed how powerful-and at the same time how dangerous and destructive- magic can be.

  One can only imagine how terrifying it appears to someone who doesn't understand it.

  Ever since that day, a big patch of the Earth's surface has perished from existence, taking all the life within it, and no soul has ever dared to step foot near it. The part of Earth that was erased gained a name very suitable for its existance-the Barren Lands. Nothing could come in, and nothing ever since came out.

  Years passed, and magic wielders that roamed the Earth shrank in number. Only those who specialized in healing magic were kept as slaves.

  As magic lost its value to society, the era of science took over, new rules were presented, and society formed a new way of living. Six major countries rose to aid people, and soon, they held most of Earth's population within their grounds; The largest being the State of Imperium.

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  The blood tinted footprints became visible as the sunlight shone through the trees; Dawn has finally come. Birds chirped happily, but she did not spare a glance at them.

  Each step grew more painful than the last as blood continued to trickle down her body, but if she was seen by a passerby, they wouldn't even notice due to how her black clothing hid it well.

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  She continued to stumble and use trees as support, always moving forward and only stopping for a short rest. The forest was quiet, or maybe she was too focused on her heavy breathing that everything else couldn't reach her ears.

  It was already mid-day when she reached the edge of the forest. Upon reaching a wide clearing, she saw something in the distance.

  "A town..?" The first words that came to her mind as the silhouette of a lively town came to her blurry view.

  She laughed internally, finding it funny how her mind would create the illusion of hope right when she was on the verge of death. She could still faintly feel the remnants of electricity coursing through her body as blood started to fall from her nose.

  "Awh fuck. I feel like shit."

  She chuckled but it was immediately choked down by a cough of blood. A few steps later she fell down on one knee, struggling to stay up right, but the distance was enough for the sounds of cheering to reach her ears.

  It broke her belief that it was only an illusion. She gathered all her strength and supported herself by grabbing a nearby tree.

  "Just one more time, I'll be able to endure one more." She steadied herself and prepared to cast the spell.

  Pain spread through her body as the familiar purple electric currents danced around her. With that, she closed the distance between her and the town. But as expected, it took a toll on her body.

  Blood spewed from her mouth the moment she teleported into town. It took her a while to regain a small amount of strength, and in her struggle, she failed to hear the loud noises coming from the town's plaza.

  Upon closer inspection, she realised that it was a trading town.

  "Huh, looks like I've finally crossed the border." As soon as she was able to move, she stood up again and made her way into the heart of town where the festivities were happening.

  She snuck into the sidelines, not wanting to draw much attention with her—very stand out—get up and the trail of blood she leaves. Finding a stack of cases to sit on, she could see what the commotion was about.

  "People of Parlor Village! The election results have been announced!" A man in the middle of the crowd shouted for everyone to hear. Naturally, it also reached her, but she was busy inspecting the surroundings to care.

  This village doesn't seem to be well immersed in modern technology. She thought to herself.

  Which wasn't entirely wrong, because this particular village was rather a great example of a village from Era Three. No technology, no fancy everyday gadgets, and no modern clothing, making her stand out even more.

  She also noticed that the population was very few, approximately forty to sixty people.

  A boy that tripped in front of her pulled her out of her confusion. Extending her hand to help the kid, she noticed that the boy had a prosthetic leg, guessing it may be the cause of him tripping. The boy saw the traces of blood on her face that she failed to wipe, and offered her a piece of cloth.

  "Here you go, miss, you can have my towel to wipe your face." The kid had a big smile on his face.

  She smiled back a little.

  "My name's Adley, thank you for helping me. How about you, what's your name?" She didn't know whether to be grateful or worried about the kids' friendliness, but replied nonetheless.

  "It's Nithara, nice to meet you Adley"

  Then they heard someone calling for the boy. They both turned to where it came from and saw the boy's mother near the crowd. Adley smiled before running off to his mom. She missed the chance to even say thank you.

  "Gather around everyone, this will be very exciting news!" This time, she looked towards the announcer.

  "The one who won is—" He didn't state a name, but rather, he waved a flag. Not just any flag. It had a symbol on it; A vertical eye encased in a diamond and around it spread seven tentacle-like symbols.

  It was no random flag, her senses beg to confirm. Her eyes dilated, as she felt a powerful surge of electricity spread through her body.

  It was the last thing she felt before blacking out.