1 The Golden Prologue.

The reversed chapel of Mastron is falling, plummeting into the city below from the cavern ceiling.

Brass and gold form its exterior as the hidden masonry underneath slowly become visible, an image of an ancient settlement between magic and faith.

The sorcery which reversed the flow of gravity itself stripped from its walls, sorcery and miracles both destroyed by the knowledge of one lone man.

In the ruins of the grand academy that once adorned the great city as a shining jewel. The rubble of school buildings was even further destroyed by the chapel's golden clutter, the blue moonstone the Lowlands had carved from its underground walls shining brightly even when shattered.

Two figures clash amongst each other, one man even brighter than the artificial blue sun above them, his long flowing blonde hair sitting on his artificially golden full plate armour.

The one he's facing is a figure dressed in pure black silk, his light brown hair barely visible from underneath a mask that covers most of his face, his green eyes just visible.

"Hex Master Eron... You've erased the history preserved for thousands of years by the Order, you've left our place of worship in rubble... For what? What purpose does this serve?" asks the Golden Knight as he looks upon the rubble beside him.

"Gael, you stand before me with your golden sword basked in sunlight and question my motives? It's simple, extremely simple." adds the hooded man Eron

Eron slowly starts walking towards the Knight of Gold Gael with his right leg limping. Gael raises his sword in anticipation as he's learnt not to underestimate this man, knowing his tricks even the limp could be fake.

"The miracles of old bless me, the tales of my ancestors and the gods of old." hurriedly chants Gael as a white aura forms around him.

"Great Magic Barrier!" Gael screams, fully forming the white barrier around his body.

"You need a barrier as you fear my attack, Gael don't you see, the spells you use aren't as strong as they could be? If you were smart enough you'd see that my Hexes are stronger than any barrier you can muster" scoffs Eron as he pulls out a massive staff.

A steel shaft leads into three rotating discs all surrounding a small crimson rock within its center, the staff moving even without any mana put through it.

"I don't trust what an accursed user of Hexes dares to say about my miracles. Eron, you had grand knowledge of sorcery, you could have become one of the greatest scholars of this generation."

"I don't need your pity," Eron interjects.

"I don't understand how somebody as gifted as you dared to become something this disgusting," Gael adds fiercely.

Closing his eyes for a split second Gael sights too himself, he raises his eyebrows high and locks eyes with the man he once considered a friend.

Eron lays a second hand on his staff, and a dark aura starts pouring out of the crimson gem.

"Wouldn't you like to know how I became like this? It's simple! I found that sorcery and Magic are interconnected in a realm beyond what you fathom!"

"You think that my hexes lay in the realm of sorcery but that is a misunderstanding, I require FAITH more divine than your measly miracles."

The black fog pouring off of the crimson staff slowly pours around the rumble surrounding both of these young men.

The white aura around Gael slowly becomes weaker, it starts fading.

"You... my miracles... how are they fading? What is this?" in a quick moment Gael puts his claymore into the most defensive stance he can muster at a moment's notice.

Eron smiles with a disgustingly nasty smirk.

"I'll let this little holy knight know the Hex which assisted in his passing.

"The name of this spell is Profound Still, this was the greatest hex I could devise for those gifted like you. You have no idea how much jealousy I felt for you all."

"How about you enjoy the true essence of life itself!"

Gael interjects "You think this is enough...?"

"Of course! Even If I disable your little shield you still have your skills as a swordsman right?" asks Eron as he laughs.

Locked in sight, Eron quickly dashes at Gael while still laughing. Smashing his staff into the great sword as if it was a hammer.

"Hah... A mage really dares to try me in swordplay? Without a weapon? I thought you were meant to be an intellectual prodigy!" Gael parries the Staff to the left side of himself, opening up Eron's entire torso as a target.

He steps in deep, taking in a deep breath as he begins to lunge forward.

Both his hands lay tightly on the hilt of his claymore as he fully commits to slicing through Eron.

"You know I can cast magic from my staff in any direction right?" The staff knocked to the side of Gael begins to surge with a deep purple aura.

"GREAT RESONANT SOUL!-" screams Eron as a massive bolt of darkness exits his staff smashing into the side of Gael, his skin burning and rotting on just slight contact.

Gael continues to lunge forward with full force in his strike even as half of his body is melting away, vision already completely lost from his left eye.

"My powers aren't blocked anymore you know?!" slips out of his mouth, quietly in-between breaths.

A large smirk rises on his face as a golden aura pours out of his gloves.

"SUNLIGHT BLADE!!-"

The heavy claymore for a split second is coated in a strong golden light as it slashes down into Eron's shoulder.

The blade easily sliced through his flesh and shattered the poor mage's bones, reaching all the way into his stomach as it tears through his internal organs.

The golden lightning burns every part of the body it touches.

"Y-you... You-" cries out the evil user of Hexes.

The holy warrior sacrificed his life so he could defeat the one who tried to revolutionize the world of magic.

Both bodies slowly fall to the ground, blood pouring out of both as they lay alone surrounded by the beautiful reflection of blue moonstone, bronze dust and golden walls.

How did such sorcery come into existence ponders Gael as he lets out his final breath.

"I bet he was thinking how such great magic is possible? What a great warrior, if only he delved into using hexes like me. I bet he could recover from those wounds." states Eron as he pulls the claymore out of his stomach.

"I've spent over ten years spreading these Hexes between those I trust, this world has found itself in a great revolution of magic technology! And I, Eron of Riscella, the great master of hexes, have caused it!"

"Black heal!" cries out Eron trying to heal the gaping wounds but nothing happens.

"Eh..eh..? I won't die here right…?"

"Right?!"