“Sometimes, it is better to not know.”

Such sayings worked most of the time, especially in the magical world in order to maintain peace.

"It is better to leave mysteries unsolved rather than discovering them recklessly and then suffer miserably. Besides, it is for everyone’s sake," so said the Inquisitor.

However, no matter in what era, world, and situation, the truths will be unveiled no matter how well it is hidden from everyone, even if it takes a millennium to unfold. It shall be, and will be.

As a result, anomalies, wars and battles, swords and sorceries, bloods and tears, rage and sadness, and chaos will surely erect for every truths learnt. Or maybe, would it be the other way around?

Well, who knows? It may not be as simple as you think it is.

This is a story of a young man named Marco Istinggar, whose goal is to seek the Grand Altar, the mighty and most holy site of the ancient times. Within, stores the secret of the world.

Dragonia

The Naprean Vanguards joined the line of defense alongside Drugo’s marines, preventing the relentless charge of monsters from getting through. 


“Aily, please hang in there,” said Nina. She grabs her younger sister’s arm firmly and casts healing spells. 


“Greater Heal!" Nina continued on and casts, “Healia!” 


Slowly, she regained power and able to lift her body. Her eyes are no longer flattened, she blinked a few times. Her hazy sights now could see clearly. “Huh… s-sister…?” she said palely as she saw her sister’s face clearly. Her sister cuddled her tightly, thanking with full gladness that her healing magic worked out. Marco sniffled, he felt touched that she was fine. Scias’ eyes soothed by this sight, he doesn’t know what to say anymore. 


First Misunderstanding Between Us