{I always dreamed of a beautiful world. A world with equality, fairness and justice.}
….
An explosion blasted away rocks, shattering them to splinters. If Dulhe had been a ruin before this battle, then it was currently a war torn zone.
Zograt shot out from the rock fragments, landing right before Ja'an. Her magic enhanced fist slammed into his jaw, sending him tumbling away. Ja'an fell but used the momentum to throw himself up, crouching.
He couldn't use magic anymore, not if he wanted to live. He had burned away a good chunk of his life force and he feared the worst if he tried it again. Ja'an hated it. Hated being from Dydil.
What descendant of the gods? Why had the gods put such burdens on them? Why had they made them suffer so greatly? The elders had said that it was an honour—something of balance—to have their powers stripped but why? Was it not akin to punishment?
