Under crimson skies pt.5We keep watching at each other, the person and I in little intense and yet so akward silence. By the look of the person's simple coloured clothing and the white mask covering their face with a grinning smile shaped upon it, I can tell them to be one of cardinals from the central spire.
One of the other twelve huh. Here I thought it might be Faldioni. How unlucky for me.. I thought to myself as they say out to me in distorted, but surprisingly clearish voice "Here I was under impression that your kind never had to be in such lowly state I now find you into to."
I push myself back onto my feet, feeling slight aching in them. I fix up my clothing to look proper as I reply
"Welcome to the reality then kid, but don't try to slide off my question. How did you get in here? And by the way your mask's voice changer is malfuntioning somewhat."
I turn my eyes back to the person, watching at the red eyes of the mask waiting for my answer.
Arm appears from beneath the long white cloak the per
Violet Tear - Part XIII (The Union)
The Mage Directive. Despite severing the continuation of magical lines and putting restrictions in place, forbidding those of magical blood to procreate, the number of magically sensitive individuals continued to rise. Last year? Twenty-five-thousand. The current statistic as of the new calendar? Thirty-thousand and climbing. While the subjugation and... Humanization of the magical kingdoms went well, this proud, noble nation - the Machina Union, faced its greatest threat within its own borders.
Rezzika had fallen. The neutral city now answered to the council, and slowly but surely, ground had been gained. That left but three remaining targets until the stain of primitive witchcraft and the taint of old blood ran cold.
Avalon. Kai. And the Coastal Pact of Nerona. The three nations behind the Trinity of Magi. Once they fell, almost nothing would stand between this world and glorious advancement. With their heads severed, the others would follow suit. For that to happen