Melody massaged her throbbing temples.
She was consumed in pain and weak from moving around too much from the mana-boosting potion. Four days had already waltzed by since her impending journey to her daughter's tree, but the pain hadn't elapsed at all. That was just how weak she was.
"Stay in bed, okay? I'll be back before the sun sets."
Seth had patted her cheek and left for the royal assembly earlier that morning. Coincidentally, Melody had woken up on Asgard's founding day.
Forty centuries ago, on that very day, four mages from the three other continents of that time came together to settle in this uninhabited part of Maligma. A warlock, a siren, a hybrid vampire and an immortal. Unbeknownst to them, this barren land had the thickest concentration of atmospheric mana and the deepest deposits of mineral ores and precious stones.
