Brothers By Bond

Like the water surrounding Alantaide everything was always in motion. The city streets were crawling with life from the rats and mice to the poor and the rich. But nothing was more alive than the magic: Constantly changing and developing, falling in and out like the waves on the coast. Ancient magic was one of these magics, changing to suit its user on the situation but had slowly died out and with it its knowledge. After all, why remember God Slayers and Dragon Slayers when they hadn't been seen in hundreds of years? But like the tides, they have returned and it has developed far beyond what anyone could imagine.