Chapter 2 Whispers of The Past
Elias stood at the edge of the forest, gripping his pickaxe tightly as the fading light cast long shadows among the trees. Memories of his father's teachings collided with his dark ambitions, igniting a conflict within him. This journey was more than a quest for knowledge, it was a pursuit of power—a way to reclaim control over a life shattered by loss. He set his sights on a small village nearby.
As he made his way down the dirt path toward the village, Elias spotted an old ruin nestled among the trees. Intrigued, he veered off the path, drawn to the crumbling stone structure that seemed to pulse with forgotten history. The remnants of an ancient tower loomed before him, its weathered facade shrouded in vines. He felt an explicable pull, as if the place was calling to him with secrets waiting to be uncovered.
Inside, shadows clung to the corners, revealing faded symbols etched into the walls. Elias stepped cautiously, heart racing at the thought of what knowledge might remain in this place. The magic that once thrived here had long since faded, but remnants of dark rituals and artifacts lingered like echoes of the past he sensed that each detail held a fragment of history a piece that could help him understand the mage that lived here
With every moment spent in the ruins, a sense of purpose settled on his shoulders. He knew this place could hold the key to his future and his vengeance if he got lucky. As he explored the decaying remnants, Elias felt a fire ignite inside of him, merging his ambitions with echoes of a long-lost power. He steeled himself, ready to uncover the secrets of the past determined to forge his own fate. licable pull, as if the place was calling to him with secrets waiting to be uncovered.