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Albedo, born and raised from mere chalk by an almighty alchemist, Rhinedottir. He was a product of the flourishing technology from a once productive nation called Khaenri'ah. It was a kingdom where no gods had laid their eyes upon, an underground nation where natural resources are heavily scarce.
Weaponry and artifacts were used to be distributed by the kingdom, it was humanity's pride until it was later destroyed by the gods. The practice of Khemia, is later on known as something taboo for it was from the forgotten kingdom, due to one's thirst for power. He gave the ultimate price to pay to lavish in greed, was the destruction of the once powerful kingdom.
Albedo lived in the kingdom for a while under the guidance of his creator and master, Rhinedottir. He was there to learn about the art of alchemy as he admired everything that his master was doing and he yearned to be like him someday. He was there where everyone was creating such advanced materials for the other nations to use to make their day to day lives easier.
He was also there when everything in Khaenri'ah fell into the cataclysmic abyss, even himself was thrown into the depths of darkness. For days, he felt his master's yearn for power until he fell into the sins of his greed. There he created a powerful gem that radiates both evil and immense power.
The young alchemist secretly followed his master towards the local blacksmith where he asked if he could create a sword out of the gem. Although the blacksmith was unsure if he should do it, Rhinedottir offered that he could pay whatever the cost of the sword was. Albedo can faintly see the greed in his eyes when the blacksmith agreed to his request.
The haunting sound of the blacksmith's hammer hitting the ominous purple blade was enough to make Albedo shiver. He wasn't sure when a black entity suddenly slivered around the blacksmith's arm as he was hitting the blade with the hammer. Albedo blinks a couple of times and the entity suddenly disappears. Maybe it was his imagination after all?
When Rhinedottir got the sword, the young alchemist stared at the creepy looking eye in the middle of the handle. Albedo felt like the sword was emitting a ray of energy that was enticing him to take it. He shakes the sudden feeling and runs away from the scene. Not knowing what to do at that point, he went back to their home and practiced alchemy until his master came back.
