“Long ago… the world was protected by the purest and strongest magic…” Alistair sighed and stared into the fire. “They were the world's gift… a blessing. They scattered themselves over the world in order to bestow their blessings everywhere. This was where things went wrong. Once they isolated themselves, they became more vulnerable. Because they were so trusting they did not realize they were being desired. Something so pure attracted those that were tainted. Ones who dwell in hell's fire. Before they knew it, they were ambushed. Slowly being wiped out from existence from the world. Picked off one by one. Until… there was only one remaining.”
“They were so incredibly powerful if only they were more aware… I guess that doesn’t matter now. What happened has happened
