The Lost Spirit of Sorcery

When the sun's rays fade behind the tall trees and smog, the castles stand dark and foreboding, housing both high and low figures that flow roam the city. A peak in magical knowledge gave rise to the lingering hands of darkness, as Rygaron the Conjurer wielded his otherworldly illusions with a simple seed. He found that the crystals of his good fortune could summon a known apparition depending on the shining sun. These crystals are said to be a beautiful doom in bedtime tales when harvested from the rocks of death. However, the guild of shadow hunters knew that Rygaron's sorcery held a chilling presence that was a puzzle to a missing piece of their broken hearts.

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