In a world where magic was as common as the air we breathe, a great war raged. On one side were the forces of a line of mages and warriors who had fought for their kingdom. On the other side was a mysterious cult that worshipped an unknown god and claimed to have the true power of magic. They sought to enslave all who opposed them.
Amid this chaos stood Troy, a powerful mage and warrior. He fought bravely, casting spells, and wielding his spear with might and deadly precision. But even he was not invincible. He fought with all his might, but there were too many of them. He could feel his strength fading.
Troy gasping for breath said, "I never thought it would end like this. All my dreams of becoming a Grand Sage healer were gone in an instant."
But even as he lay there, wounded and dying, Troy refused to give up hope. He remembered when his father had made him train to fight, to kill, to survive. And he had hated every moment of it. Troy hated being part of it because of the bloodshed, the violence, and the cruelty. He thought he should have stood up to his father and refused to be part of it. But he had been too afraid.
As his vision turned blurry, he felt a presence in his pocket. He looked and saw that it was a black stone with red veins running through it. It felt warm and pulsating in Troy's hand. He had found it in a temple of an unknown god. He had felt drawn to it, curious about its origin and purpose. He had taken it with him, thinking it might be valuable or useful.
Determined, Troy took the stone in his hand. It felt warm and alive. He could feel its power flowing into him, filling him with hope and determination.
Smiling faintly, Troy said, "I knew it was my last chance for survival."
As he closed his eyes hoping for a miracle to survive the war and wanted to fulfill his dreams.
But who knew Stone had other plans for him?
Troy's eyes finally shut, he had died. His soul is absorbed by the stone and the blood veins in the stone brighten and disappear from the battlefield.
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Meanwhile in Troy's kingdom
A few minutes ago, In the kingdom of Nes, in the throne room where A man resembles a tall, muscular, tanned middle-aged male with bright, flaming hair. The man's name was Cadmilus and wore white robes with armored pauldrons and a short-skirted section. He dons a pair of multi-layered armored bracers, a flame on his head sitting on the throne in the kingdom of Nes. He wore a bored expression as he waited for something. The throne was surrounded by full bodies and the capital was in chaos. Looming over the scene was an unknown spaceship.
he looked around the throne room, taking in the chaos and destruction. He smirked to himself, pleased with the destruction he had caused.
Suddenly, his expression changed to one of unsettlement. He stood up and turned in the direction of the battlefield.
Cadmilus reappeared on the battlefield. He surveyed the scene, his eyes filled, and fell on the space where the stone held by Troy disappears.
"So it is gone," Cadmilus said to himself. He tapped his feet and disappeared from the scene, followed by the spaceship. He had an expression as he was used to it and partially not important but has a gleam in the corner of his eyes showing an amused expression.