Father of Despair [HIATUS]

Arc 1 Chapter 1- "... fi nazari-k ario Ain Ol gon-."

Zorian Kazinski, fifteen-year-old. Studious, solitary, driven and above-average mage student at the Cyoria's royal academy of magical arts. Also, time looper by accident... or so he hypothesized.

His journey through the never-ending month hadn't been a joy ride so far. How many years had passed ? Fifty five loops he recalled. Four year, and 7 months, approximately... a little less since a fair number of those loops stopped abruptly by either the premature death of his time-loop partner, Zack Noveda the original time looper, or his own gruesome demise.

Since being carried by accident into this temporal mess after having his and Zach's souls mangled together while battling a millenia-old lich, Zorian had to relive the same month, over and over again. Always being brought back at the beginning of the month in his bed in Cirin, his home town, where his lovely sister would wake him up. If he was lucky enough to live through the month, the loop always ended at the end of the day of the Summer festival, where a bunch of lunatic from the cult of the dragon below tried to summon a primordial into Cyoria, while the city was under siege by a horde of invader from Ulquaan Ibasa.

While Zorian wouldn't say his predicament was enjoyable, he couldn't deny the benefits it brought him. By living through the loops, Zorian had advanced his magical skills and knowledge tremendously. While he definitely wouldn't call himself an arch-mage so far, he was getting closer and closer with each passing loop, mainly because he could take lessons from the best of the best for nearly every subject in existence. Though, it wasn't nearly as efficient as he knew it could be since he was practically living as a fugitive since the incident.

Said incident included the third, and most mysterious, time looper Zorian called Red Robe, for lack of a better name. The presumably mastermind behind the invasion of Cyoria and the release of the primordial into their world. Zorian, with the help of a colony of sentient telepathic spiders that inhabited the dungeon of Cyoria, had tried to outplay the nefarious time looper by forcing him to reveal himself out into the open so they could take care of him. The beginning of the plan had worked perfectly as he indeed personally took part in the invasion as to understand how and why his plans had been foiled so easily. But, the second part of their strategy hadn't gone as smoothly as they expected, quite the opposite even. Turns out that they had spectacularly underestimated Red Robe's resources. He had, by still unknown means, soulkilled the entire aranean settlement in rage. With the method he employed the araneas saw their death being permanent, no matter how many reset had happened since then. Zorian still couldn't exactly explain how he did this as soul were supposed to be indestructible. And worst, Red Robe now knew other time looper, outside of Zach, existed. As such, Zorian had to live as a fugitive as to not arose the suspicion of his enemy with the risk of himself being soulkilled and disappearing for good from this world.

Since then, thirty-tree loop later, a lot had happened. Training his soul magic with a priest named Alanic and discovering the existence of the mechanism that allowed the loop to occur... though this brought more questions than answer to be honest. Furthering his mastery of mind magic through numerous interactions with other aranean webs across the country. Bringing Xvim, his assigned academy mentor and arch-mage into the know about what was happening with the time loop. And finally, infiltrating a core base of operation of the invasion forces : the Iasku Mansion where a well of souls had been constructed by the master of the domain, Sudomir Kandrei.

Which brought him back to the present, his fifty-fifth month. This loop in particular had become quite hectic after he chose to alert Alanic about the mansion and its well to possibly acquire some information regarding it. After the both of them teleported there to confirm Zorian's claim, the boy learned the hard way that Alanic was not to be trifled with. In just a few day, the priest had arranged for a small scale army to be assembled with the government and the church. It was amazing really how fast the Eldemare military and the Triumvirate Church could mobilize their forces once a serious threat had been identified. Zorian did not know a lot about Alanic's past, but a priest, well versed in soul magic and necromancy, that had this kind of contact within the government was bizarre to put it lightly.