“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 air around the vanguard began to heat up along with his rising fury. Shortly thereafter, the floor of the bridge emits a spiraling blast of white light from his feet. Soon, Sean’s body is occupied by glowing power of the Holy element. 


“Hoh... now are you challenging me...?” Queaz asked. His voice sounded like pitying. 


“It all became clear,” Sean stated, his sword is already in his right hand. 


“About Rin Roderick... that really is unexpected to hear... from you, especially.” Sean added. His grip tightened. He’s ready to strike at any moment. 


“You’ve misunderstood,” Queaz rebutted. He kept his calm composure. But there is something bothering him more than the man before him. He acknowledges that he has no time left. 


Queaz, pointed out at Sean, roaring out words. 


“Grr, you took conclusion too soon! We can still talk about this!” 


He nearly went out of character. He totally spoke like a different person. He’s in a total hurry. 


We've Run Out of Time