Kingficher

Oscar, a destitute young boy, died in a tragic accident and was reborn in the forgotten realm. As a member of the lowly Birch tribe, his solace comes from the fragments of a guardian's spirit, residing in his soul. After the decimation of his family in the hands of a powerful race known as the dreads, he embarked on the part of revenge, leading him to the path of transcendence.

The Arcane God

As the sun slowly descended to the western horizon, signifying the arrival of nightfall, the ghostly orbs of light began to dissipate.

But all of a sudden, the door of the hut was pushed open, just as the last last orb of ether vanished, plunging the whole chamber into darkness.

"Who is there?" Oscar jumped up, raised his hand and threw out a magical ball of light. Immediately afterwards, a longbow appeared in his hand, aiming at the direction of the door.

"Light magic?" The visitor asked in surprise as the ball of light lit up the room. "You can already conjure light flares?"

"Master?" Oscar was shocked, and quickly put away his bow and arrow, but he was in a panic. He thought to himself: This was bad. Why did he use the light magic just now? "I didn't know you were coming."

Oberon stared at the boy, his eyes flickered a few times, and he said. "Come with me."

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