A few centuries ago, amidst the ruins of the kingdom of Angustwood, two men faced each other in a fatal battle. It was like light and darkness. On one side, there was a wise man chosen by destiny, gifted with the heritage of duty, the 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑚. On the other side, a man who carried within himself all the evil, covered by the iniquity of his deadly sins.
It was a difficult time, as if there were no more hope and evil had taken over our small world. Even magical creatures were corrupted, giving rise to the fearsome Sicario Dragon.
People fought, struggled, destroyed each other. Innocents perished unjustly, shadows surrounded hearts, and our gifts faded away. All that was once good was lost to the cruelty of those in charge, but everything changed after that day.
They faced each other in a confrontation that lasted decades. Ultor, the guardian of time, fought tirelessly to save our lives, believing that in doing so, we would be good again. While Akantha, the Sicario Dragon, fought for the opposite. He would end what was left of us, destroy us. But good always prevails over evil, doesn't it? That's the only ray of hope we have in life, knowing that even in the ruins, we can reach light and happiness in the end.
However, it wasn't in this battle that Ultor defeated Akantha; there was something much bigger behind his plans. He revealed everything that would happen, imprisoning him within a magical artifact, condemning him to oblivion as one of his punishments.
And so, a prophecy began. A new person would be born with those same eyes, freeing what had been hidden in the depths of our hearts ever since, our heritage. And thus, the Sicario Dragon would be released, but no longer would it find pleasure in iniquity. Someone would change its heart, someone would break the cycle and transform it. That person was chosen long before their birth.
The abyss was high, deep, and surrounded by darkness. It could drive anyone mad, transforming into the little that Akantha once was, into a monster. However, she would prevail; that was the purpose of the prophecy. Oh, heavens... But it took so little for me to almost stumble into the arms of the Dragon.
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