Planet Earth.
Year 1762, on a stormy night, two figures stood facing each other amidst the ruins, within the heart of the village of Deante. The air was heavy with the scent of ozone and smoke.
Lecht Amfret, a powerful sorcerer with unparalleled mastery over the arcane arts, stood tall, his piercing blue eyes blazing with determination. His raven-black hair, flecked with strands of silver, was windswept, framing his chiseled features, which seemed carved from the very stone of the castle walls. He wore a long, flowing black coat, embroidered with intricate silver runes that shimmered with a soft, ethereal light. The coat billowed behind him, like a dark cloud, as if the shadows themselves had taken on a life of their own.
Straight opposite Lecht, her eyes blazing with malevolent intent, stood Joul Dredo, a sorceress of unparalleled cruelty and ambition. Her long, curly red hair seemed to dance in the flickering torchlight, like a wild tangle of serpents. Her eyes, like two glittering rubies, shone with an inner fire, as if the very depths of her soul were ablaze with hatred and ambition. She wore a flowing white gown, stained with the blood of her countless victims, its hem torn and tattered.
The air was heavy with tension, as the two sorcerers faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The storm raged on, the thunder booming like a drumbeat, as if the very gods themselves were watching the unfolding drama.
"You fool, Lecht," Joul spat, her voice like a venomous snake. "You think you can stop me? I have wiped out half ofbthe five, thi mage clans, with the key to the gates of Hades in my possession, nothing can stop me from unleashing the horrors of the underworld upon this world!, when all you disgusting mages and sorcerers are exstinct, this will become a new world."
Lecht smiled, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. "You may have power, Joul, but you will never have the key. I will protected it with my life, and I will not let you have it, no matter the cost."
"You fool!." Joul spat. Joul then lifted up her right hand, and at the same time she chanted, loudly. " Dark Spark! ", Joul unleashed a ball of dark energy, the power was black with blue lightning sparks sparking around the energy ball.
" Its time i turn you to dust." Joul said while getting ready to attack. Lecht then, with a serious face, softly chanted.
"Arcane Arts! Divine crackle."
Out of his palm, a ball of white energy erupted with lightning sparks that changed different colours.
The two sorcerers clashed their energy balls together in a wrestle. The clash of the powerballs created a shockwave that strecthed almost a thousand kilometers, blowing away rocks and debris, trees was pulled up out from ground.
Their magic swirling around each other in a maddening dance of light and shadow.
The storm raged on, the thunder booming louder, as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart.
The resulting explosion was cataclysmic, sending both sorcerers flying across the the wet land. Lecht crashed hard into the nearby mountains, his body broken and battered as he coughed up blood. Joul, crasehed into the ruins of the village, laying their motionless, her body was twisted at an unnatural angle.
As the storm finally began to subside, the two sorcerers lay there motionless.
Joul finally stoped breathing, and then Lecht breathed out his last breath.
Then after a loud boom of thunder.
The two sorcerers bodys began to glow with a soft glitering green light.
" Now be reborn. ", A voice said in the distance.
Then the two sorcerers bodys started to dissolved into thin air.
Centuries past. The Five clans was rebuild, and striving forward stronger then before, and the earth was healed and now flourishing beautifully.
But....
The two souls of the sorcerers Lecht and Joul still wonderded the earth, waiting for their vessels to be born so that they can be reborn.