PROLOGUE

When the sun's rays fade behind the tall trees and smog, the castles stand dark and foreboding, housing both high and low figures that flow roam the city. A peak in magical knowledge gave rise to the lingering hands of darkness, as Rygaron the Conjurer wielded his otherworldly illusions with a simple seed. He found that the crystals of his good fortune could summon a known apparition depending on the shining sun. These crystals are said to be a beautiful doom in bedtime tales when harvested from the rocks of death. However, the guild of shadow hunters knew that Rygaron's sorcery held a chilling presence that was a puzzle to a missing piece of their broken hearts.

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