“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

A few hours ago before the Imperial Army managed to breach the walls… 


Walking down the road with ease, he was trying to find entertainment while randomly doing stuffs that can help him enjoy the life in this merged world. Nobody knows who he is nor would anyone notice his presence. His appearance is that of a mysterious man that flies the banner of the Sacranopolis Empire and the insignia of Dragonia. 


Even being an Imperial official and a Dragonian, he played little to no effort in the Dragonians’ schemes or even trying to show that he’s one of the empire’s official. 


“…it’s getting too boring here, too.” 


He reached his pocket and looked at his pocket watch. “Only a few hours left before you reach here, eh, Mastermind?” 


Beneath the Kingdom