Great Magic Infusion
The Birth of Magic
In the afternoon of a sunny day, five hundred years ago, everything was normal.
People walking around to do their duties, not to worry about nearby battles that occurred far far away as a result of their superiors.
Suddenly, all ongoing battles stopped when the sky turned black, blobby clouds refracted the pure white light. At the moment people below tried to figure out what's going on, the bright came in, blinding all those unlucky cloud-watchers. The sky then turned normal with a group of black stars in the sky appeared, and they're about to strike the earth!
Everyone was in a panic trying to find any cover as fast as possible, though some of them were still looking up to realize that the sky wasn't falling. It's a light orb with a pitch-black aura, slowly landing onto the ground. With curiosity one of them grabbed it and felt the change in an instant as it fused into their body. It's a moment they became the god, able to cast anything they wanted.
Impossible desires had been unleashed. The temptation of power began to consume.
The war continued as always but this time, the way they fought had charged to the extreme. Any magic person in combats defined the total outcome of any wars. Many states were either collapsed or destroyed even the superpower one. Everyone in their peaceful towns had struggled with loss and fear. The sky turned black not from the night, but the smoke of devastation.
The normal people who were affected by this chaos called those power from what they came in the first place—Black Magic, and they didn't know when it could be stopped.
This was, without any explanation, the Era of Eternal Despair.
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