Oner Saga

Prologue: History

 Victorian Era, 12th day of June, 1898. Hundreds of men wearing black hoods chased two people around the capital of France - Paris. They were eager to chase for their whereabouts before it could escape from the place.

"Aim for him. Don't let them escape!"

"He is coming this way! Follow him! Shoot him on sight!"

"Don't you guys realize they're on the other side? Where the fuck are you guys heading to?"

"Stupid, they're in the eastern side! Don't let that man escape!"

"Boss, I saw them running in that direction. They're heading to the Eiffel Tower."

"I saw him too. Follow their lead, now!"

Two men ran inside the elevator. One of them was severely injured. His mouth was covered in his own blood. His blood was staining his black suit and white sleeves.

"Master, stay awake. Don't close your eyes. We're almost there. Keep your consciousness open!" The other man, who was wearing a white tuxedo and black bow tie around his collar, cried.

"Yes, Rudeus. Ike cank stilk," the blood-soaked man vomited blood.

"Master, keep it down! Don't talk too much."

The elevator eventually reached the topmost part of the tower. Rudeus carried his master and moved him to the place his master pointed to.

"Master, we're here." Rudeus said, carefully putting down his master body.

"Goodk Ike willk startk to castk the spellk," his master choked, starting to make a celtic circle around their location.

Suddenly, countless fireballs and crystal bullets shot towards them. Rudeus quickly covered them with a barrier, luckily blocking the attacks. His master continued to draw until he finally finished.

"It's done."

"Shoot them. Don't let them cast that spell!"

"We're too late. Where could they be going then? That man has all the ancient items! He could destroy everything we have created!"

"It could trigger the powers of all the future Gifted and mages! Another war would start!"

Another round of fireballs shot towards the barrier.

"[[Futurum translatio]]" as the last word came out from Rudeus' master's mouth, a spell emerged around their location, lighting all of Paris. The pursuer's spells vanished before they could even reach them. When the light vanished, both Rudeus and his master disappeared without leaving anything behind.

"Did we get them?"

"I think so. We can't sense their presence in that place."

"You guys did well. The Immortal Great Sage and the Dark Mage Ripper have finally perished in this world. The new world order will finally begin to rise."