SCROLL FRAGMENT
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SCROLL FRAGMENT THREE

The civil war came many years later as predicted by the late King Legolam the Just of Nialli. The North-eastern kingdoms of the continent, under the banner of Poles resisted against the rest of the United kingdoms.

The united army numbered 100,000 soldiers and were accompanied by a battalion of 300 Purger Knights. They fought their way through, conquering all the way from Slodoroon to Lytham before they were beaten back at the unshakable walls of Poles.

The United army laid siege to Poles for three months to no effect. The magical barrier around Poles was too strong that not even the Purgers could break it. And by the end of the third month, help came to the North-eastern army in the form of a battalion of demon princes and princesses. They tore through the ranks of even the senior Purgers, and decimated the already demoralized United army.

But the United army did not suffer any further casualties as they fled because of the sacrifice of an unnamed band of Purgers, numbering only fifty. These fifty Purgers stood against the horde of the demon princes and are rumored to had all fallen at the end.

The total number of survivors who returned from the war was 15,000 soldiers and 30 Purgers. After the unquestionable defeat of the United kingdoms, the other North-eastern kingdoms formed the Polian Empire, which was ruled by Emperor Jaron the third, King of Poles.

EXCERPT FROM ‘MOBLUIS’ ‘WRITTEN HISTORIES’.

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SCROLL FRAGMENT FOUR

“I’ve completed my research after hundreds of years and come to the conclusion that the sundering of our world is undoubtedly the fault of the deities of the Upper Aether. It is impossible to reach the true cusp of immortality, but this did not stop their desire for power.

I leave this letter to you, Wyvrill, before I head out to the front lines. Know that the gods are to blame for the current state of our world. We rely on their help now to beat back the Demon invasion, but this all began as a result of their greed and selfishness. My return is not certain, so I’m going to leave this information for you in written form instead, hoping that it’ll teach you should I fail to return.

The first lesson I’ll put to parchment is this: Magic is measured by affinity to aspects and elements as I’ve told you earlier. But what I failed to mention is that this affinity is not a gift given by the gods. It is rather, the understanding of the elements and aspects of our reality.

The more you train as I have taught you, you’ll begin to understand. You’re less than thirty summers old, but your affinity with the water element is already at 17%. This makes you a true prodigy, and this is why we’ve been raising you in the strictest way possible, so you can continue after us.

This is the universally accepted system of magic progression in our Sundered Aether:

Below the 40% mark is not worthy of mention, Wyvrill, so you must strive to exceed this level quickly. Those at the 40% mark are said to be in the Immanent Realm. This is the level at which the ordinary mages can be called Grand mages, and it is the starting point at which we and the Demons can call a practitioner by the title of Master. This is just a start, Wyvrill.

Beyond this is the 50% mark known as the Manifestation Realm. The Divine body you’ve seen us manifest only begins its manifestation at this stage, albeit only as an intangible shadow. But at this point, a practitioner is finally able to gain recognition from an element or aspect.

The 60% mark is the Emergent Realm and this is when the Divine body becomes tangible, albeit still translucent in appearance. Next is the 70% mark, or the Solidified Realm. This is my current level, Wyvrill. As you’ve noticed, my Divine body is no longer translucent, but opaque, and I command complete authority over the fire element. Only those at the 80% and 90% mark can contest control of fire from me.

Now, pay rapt attention to this, Wyvrill. Those at the 80% mark are said to be in the Sovereign or Dominion Realm, and there is a significant reason for this. It is said that at this level, a practitioner is a deity of their element or aspect, having even the ability to decide the laws of the world as concerns their element or aspect. Our enemies, the Demon Lords are all at this level, Wyvrill, so there is no rest for you until you reach this benchmark also. This will take hundreds of years, so prepare yourself.

Beyond this is the 90% mark, and this is the Transcendent Realm. Never anger a being at this level. The supreme deities of the Upper Aether are all at this level, even the Prince. These beings are already the closest a being can ever come to immortality, commanding the very idea of the elements and aspects. Their control and order is so absolute that they can change even the nature of their aspects and elements.

Hitting the 90% mark is already the threshold. None have even made it to 91%. Some might claim that there is a possibility of attaining even 99% affinity, but this must not be attempted, as it is purely theoretical and dangerous. Records of this level, revered highly in the other continents of the Middle Aether as the Cusp of the Primordial Realm, all speak of its impossibility and consequences. To go beyond the 90% threshold is to cease to be.”

PAGE FROM THE PEESONAL LETTER ADDRESSED TO THE KNIGHT, WYVRILL WOLF BY RODEVAK DE GROOK, MASTER OF CASTLE ORG. WRITTEN TWO DAYS BEFORE THE FALL OF THE PRINCE.

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