“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

Four hours since their departure from Napre Kingdom... 


Monsters in the mainland of the mixed-up worlds are little to no different to the ones in Areda Island. There are mostly weaker ones, but in some areas, a tough one might appear and emit trouble to those passing through. 


But having two worlds blended with each other literally made the monster ecosystem destroyed and reformed, thus the reason there are familiar monsters in the region of Tellus that shouldn’t have them. 


So far, their journey has no significant trouble, yet. Indeed, monsters tried to attack them, but somehow, in Marco’s hands felt like they’re weaker than he expected. 


“Hm? What’s the matter? You look like you haven’t seen your lover for years,” said Sean while looking forth on the road. 


"Haaaah..." Marco sighed. He sounded so bored. 


“—Don’t give me a damn ‘haaah’ fool! Tell me what troubles you, dammit!” Sean retorted. 


“Well, how am I supposed to put it, eh…” Marco wonders. 


Getting Into the Spectral Forest