It has been 100 years since my world was destroyed as I write this letter. I sit at the top floor of my tower in this endless void that I have been chained to. Hopefully, this letter can manage to leave this place and find someone who might be interested in hearing my tale.
I am a magician who served a grand king during the early years of our world. My king was fair and wise in his rule and careful in his thoughts. I was his closest advisor and the greatest magician of our time.
We just so happened to be champions.
I sit at the top floor of my tower with the only pastime being perfecting my magic and writing these letters. If my king were to see me now he would undoubtedly laugh at my demise. Yet I have heard nothing of him since the destruction of our world.
I hold with me the key to his armoury that he stored his greatest treasures but it was destroyed along with our world. The entity responsible for it all was none other than another champion who had gone blind with range.
He destroyed his own world.
I grow tired of remembering that maniac and wish to never meet him again. But I still fear for my king...wherever could he have disappeared to. I have his holy sword with me here and thanks to it I've been living an eternal life thus far. I have had people come to visit me from time to time.
Each one of these people was somehow tied to my world. They ranged from angels to gods and a few demons. What is it that they all want from me...I have lost all that mattered to me in a single night. Even now that maniac is still somewhere in the universe roaming around freely.
I don't know why he was made into a champion...the world gave him its own power and he destroyed it in turn. I will hunt him down as soon as I leave this place but not right now. I will perfect all of my magical research and grow powerful enough to take on the major gods.
He is too dangerous to be left alive.
I have tried to wield my king's holy sword and it rejected me. This is my proof that the king is still alive somewhere. A holy sword is unable to transfer masters if the former master is still alive. I tried to see if I could locate him with the sword but my right arm was eaten in the sword's rage.
I tried to locate the other champions as well but all I got was more body parts getting eaten. I couldn't heal myself at all. Whoever had locked me here seems to not want me to find the other champions.
I will break out of here...and will find my king. To the person who reads my letter, there is enough magic put into this letter to be able to trace my location.
Please find me and help me out of here, if you can do that I promise you grand power beyond your imagination. If you don't wish for that it's fine...but please let this letter find someone who would be willing to help this old magician.
I will find my King Arthur and I will kill that maniac before he becomes the king of chaos.
This I swear on the world I loved, Earth.
I am Merlinus Ambrosius and these are my diaries.
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