A few minutes ago the said man was once a powerful magi in the living world. Born with a talent that only appears once in a thousand years. All those who knew his name feared and revered him. More people worship him the greater his greed became.

Until one day, he came across an ancient orb that radiates the purest of light. According to historians, the orb can grant immortality to those who possesses it. The ancient artifact once belonged to a fallen god who roamed all lands in the world. However, centuries passed the god had vanished leaving his holy orb.

With the orb in the magi's hands, he began to command and ruled people. The kings in the human realm knew the existence of the holy artifact and began to covet it. They wage war against the magi.

After all seeking immortality is a human's deepest desire.

When the flag of wars had risen in all kingdoms, corpses covered the lands, destroying everything in it's wake. Nothing but only deaths and despairs left.

The magi who stood tall among all kings looked down upon them. They had the appearance of a crazed beasts, countless eyes fixed on the orb in his hand.

The magi knew he wasn't much different from them. Consumed by his desire, he destroyed everything he held dear in exchange for an eternal life.

But at the apex of his power the moment of him becoming immortal, something strange happened.

At the final battle, when all of his enemies bowed down in defeat to him. The magi held the orb up high and right in front of all human kind, he released his powers. They all cowered in fear, afraid that the magi had finally gone mad and wanted to kill them all.

However, not even a strand of the magi's power had touched them instead it had been absorbed in by the orb. A small crack appeared in the middle of the pure light then it slowly snaked it's way around the orb.

The orb was broken into two!

It's pure white light escaped, blinding everyone. The people present crouched more, different emotions run through in their hearts. The great magi will finally become immortal and will become akin to a god, only destruction awaits for his enemies. Such despairing thoughts had all passed through both to those who opposed the magi and those who worship him. The latter having gleeful thoughts.

However as the white light vanished so does the magi. Only a robe that the magi had wore and a blackened orb can be seen where he stood a moment ago..

The soul of the magi had been taken into a space which the records in the human realm called the abyss and where gods pass judgement on souls with unredeemable sins. Currently, the soul had yet to regain consciousness, being held by his last memory of his life.

He had stood alone at the center of worshipping eyes. Victor and a great power in his hands however all kinds of emotions chose to creep up from the deepest of his heart where he buried them. Tired, Regret, guilt, his longings, his passion,... And everything else he had forgotten in pursuit of power. They all overwhelmed him. At that moment, he lost his will. An eternal life could not bring back his parents, friends and comrades who died for him.

He then made his last resolve to destroy the orb. To end his madness and those who covets it.

"... brother ... had ... returned... to us."

The magi stirred. He heard whispered voices echoing, cutting him from his memory. The whispered voices were overlapping with each other. He furrowed his eyebrows as an unkown force was preventing him from trying to see.

A man who seemed near him as his voice has the most clarity replied."I'm afraid not yet my brother."

"You.. had p..rified... last dark ..tter...why won't... return ..us?"

"I'm afraid Calis is still out there. I cannot return when I know he would try to gather the dark matter all to himself again and use it against the order of the world."

As the magi kept an attentive ears and with the help of the last remnants of magic of his soul, the whispers became clear to him.

"Ignis!" this time it was a woman's voice. The name she called was the man's name near the magi."Your power core is no more! The man you brought here had destroyed it, you could no longer stand on par against Calis. Come back to us!"

"Yes, destruction only awaits you at his hand," another voice chimed in. "We will help you create another core, brother!"

"Creating another core, I'm afraid will take a thousand year. Calis is out there within the humans bidding his time. I am thankful for all your care however I must end this before he can rise to power again. And I am with no hope,"

The magi felt eyes staring at him, he had the feeling that the voices knew his conscious was awake.

"This magi is named Yulan, a talent born only in a thousand year. I had left fragments of my power core within. And I must ask for one favor, my brothers, sisters.."

There was a moment of silence.

"We already expressed our willingness, Ignis. No need to implore us."

"And what you wanted to do we already guessed however this is the only time we can help you. Once you returns to the human realm, we could no longer interfere."

The voices one after another replied.

Then, the magi could feel his body or soul floated into some place.

"Yulan the great magi of the human realm," the voices sounded closer to him. "you were the greatest magi in your time and you had let your greediness take over your soul. As the law of the heaven's realm your soul should be put into the Seven Prisons to be purified. However, as a commendations of your last act of selflessness, you will once again live in the human realm to accompany the fallen god of light, Ignis. You were to find and capture the fallen dark god, Calis as a redemption of your soul... It is as the gods conferred."

After the last word has been uttered, a piercing pain came inside of him. His body involuntarily curled, this time he force his eyes to open to see those who tries to harm him but he did not see anyone. Only the voices keep echoing.

"It is as we conferred."

"It is as we conferred."

The pain intensified with every uttered words until his soul could not take it. It transformed into a ball of light and again he had lost all sense.

"Thank you, my brothers, sisters." The fallen god, Ignis bowed down in gratitude towards a direction before turning into speck of light. It accompanied the magi's soul.

"This is not a farewell, my brother. We shall meet again in the future."

The voices stilled as they watched the lone soul and a speck of light dispersed until darkness returned.