Chapter 128 - The Hunt

Yet, as the whispers grew faint, a discordant note pierced the air. A rogue mage, once a devoted pupil of the guardians, had turned his ear to the whispers of fate and found within them a darker tune. His power grew unchecked, his influence spreading like a cancer through the very fabric of the prophecy. The whispers grew faint, the prophecy's whispers a siren's call to chaos, as he manipulated the whispers to fuel his ambition, sowing seeds of doubt and dissent within the magical ranks. The whispers grew faint, the prophecy's whispers a harbinger of civil war, as the unity of Prime Earth's mages began to fray at the seams.