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A long time ago, when Fiore was at its peak, there was a small village called Sunrise May. It was home to many powerful wizards, but tragedy struck one fateful day, leaving the village in ruins. The once lush green fields, adorned with breathtaking flowers, were reduced to ash and withered remains.
Amidst the devastation, a small girl with black ivory locks sat crying, her tears falling as she gazed upon the remnants of her family-wiped out in an instant. But then, she felt a presence behind her. A man in a black cloak stood there, silent and ominous. He reached out, his cold fingers brushing against her tear-streaked face, and bestowed upon her a gift...
The Curse of Contraction-an immortal darkness.
Finally, he was no longer alone. Finally, there was someone just like him.