“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

Marco had little time to pick his method of attack. He immediately used his two-bullet-shooting skill, for which incidentally he had exactly two bullets loaded at the moment. 


Two projectiles penetrated the rainstorm in one trajectory, all aiming towards Queaz’s chest. 


The hat man has a supernatural reflex. Queaz could see those bullets. He immediately retaliated by shifting his body to the left and stood on the edge. In just a nick of time, those bullets missed their mark. 


Queaz launched a bullet to the explorer’s head. 


“H-He’s fast!” Marco thought in his mind. “Not only that, but his bullet is also accurately travelling towards my forehead...!” 


Not wanting to get a bullet hole in his skull, Marco avoided the bullet by activating his magical ability. 


Fighting the Hat Man