Renn wister stood at the edge of the city staring out at the horizon. A place where steel met the sky, the modern world seemed impossibly far from the whispered stories of magic he had grown up hearing and read. Yet, in the dark corners of his mind, something stirred. A voice, Old and distant, urging him to tear apart the very fabric of reality.
"Two worlds. Two paths,"it whispered. "You can break them".
Renn had always felt out of the place. He wasnt like the others in the city. Where they saw order, he saw Chaos, a dissonance between what was and what could be. He never believed in magic. Not in the way the old myths spoke of it, yet the feeling persisted a pull, lika a riddle begging to solve.
The stories told of a world beyond alive with strange creature, kingdom of power and secrets, and a force that defied reason : magic.
But this was nothing more than myth, Right?
Renn would learn the hard way that myth was simply the truth forgotten.
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