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Everything is going well in the life of Panuwat Kerthongtavee, known to his friends as 'Copter'. He has good grades at school. Perfect is the only word he can use to describe his family, despite not having hi...
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Chapter II
A circle of blue light suddenly emerged on the floor at the corner of a dimly lit stone hall, decorated with thousands of candles of blue flames from the floor high up to the walls. In an instant, a sudden burst of wind and a huge blue sphere of light emerged on top of the circle, making the thousands of candles surrounding the gigantic room flutter in the gust of wind.
Then a silhouette of a creature started forming inside the blue sphere of light. Suddenly, out of the sphere emerged a great wolf with long mane fluttering in the air, his fur is as lustrous as the giant pearls of the Ozhêsan Sea, known to most as the Sea of Tears, located in the north of Arandè.
On the creature's forehead and chest is the Royal Ensigna of the Kingdom of Azeria, marks of pure blue light, a clear indication of his divine constitution. His eyes are made of the clearest of the sea crystals.
"Äeza avreash, Veia Élan vòe Azeria erie Arandièa." The creature formed the word without opening his mouth. He then bowed down after addressing his master.
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He opened his eyes upon hearing the words of his Holy Beast.
He is currently kneeling above a huge pool of clear shining blue water surrounded by floating orbs of blue light. His long azure silken robe is floating and waving gracefully in the breeze.
He heard the voice of his Guardian, but his mind is so occupied with his recent vision.
He then gracefully extended his arm and made his palm face up. Suddenly, one of hundreds of blue light orbs floating about the hall, stopped wandering around and slowly floated towards his waiting palm and hovered on top of it. He then pulled his arm back and placed the orb in between his palms, but not touching it.
"Ovei äesha." He whispered to the orb and it glowed brighter. And in it, showed a sleeping man bound to a chair inside what appears to be a transportation machine that Aganieans use to get around in their world.
Aganiea, the world from a different realm, does not possess any magic as the ancestors of the Aganieans forsake it in the ancient times. Hence, they failed to pass the knowledge of magic over generations and the fire of the Torch of the Aganiean Warlock eventually died, rendering that world completely devoid of any form of magic. They now rely more on what they refer to as 'technology', an alternative to magic.
