Thousands of years ago, in the Era of Fragmentation, countless minor kingdoms and warlords rose across Tron after the Doom of Feypore. The land was consumed by conflict and chaos, and many Mana Core Magi walked the earth.
Among them, two figures stood above the rest.
One was Bartholomew, widely regarded as one of the most gifted individuals to ever walk the world. And the other was his close friend, his sworn brother, a Magus who did not belong to this world.
His name was Aldo Wagner.
On a vast plain, the land that would one day become the heart of the Haynam Empire, the two figures stood at the edge of a wide lake. The water was still, stretching out before them like a dark mirror.
Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere between them was heavy, quiet, and tense.
Aldo Wagner, a middle-aged man with burgundy hair and blue eyes, wore sky blue robes as he stood at the edge of the lake, glancing at the reflection of the clouds with complicated emotions in his eyes.
