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You’re watching the Comet, this bluish light far in the dark night sky. It’s coming closer and closer to the place where the Prophecies were pronounced, the ones that are linked to the destiny of the world.
You know it too well; the world is in jeopardy. Hundreds of civilizations are in danger of collapsing, and no one knows about it.
You close your eyes as you feel a powerful wave of magic overwhelming you. The Source, the Source of magic, the one that gives birth to all the astral deities called “Spirits”, but also gives them death, is doing worse day after day.
Life and death of Spirits was a balance, and a fair process. Only the Spirits who were old, tired, and wanted to take rest would feel the call of the Source and disappear in its depths when time had come.
The balance between the Creation and Destruction phases of the Source used to be kept by the Great Spirits. But a long time ago, they disappeared. They almost became a legend.
Things have to speed up. Civilizations have already disappeared along with their Spirit.
It’s time for the Prophecies to come true.
“The one long-awaited by the stars
Will escape their own destruction, seeing the sky again
Their memories buried, only the lost Artefact wakening
Shall take them back on the path lit by starlight
Bringing back the lost Balance.”