Chronicles of the Forgotten Light

In a kingdom where shadows have their own will, a young outcast discovers they can command them - but at a dangerous cost

A radiant world brimming with splendid cities, where magic users thrive in the luminous upper levels - soaring towers and grand courts. However, concealed beneath, in the murky underworld, lies a vast labyrinth of shadowy alleys and ancient ruins where darkness resides and whispers concealed truths. The more powerful your magic, the closer you are to the royal court, while those who wield shadow magic are either cast down or entirely erased. That's what my mother shared with me. Yet, it seems we fell from favor due to whispers of a curse... the curse being the power to control and manipulate shadows. They gained autonomy one fateful day... the day chaos erupted.

When humans first stumbled upon magic, this very act disrupted the cosmic balance, stirring the dormant shadows that existed as mere potential rather than physical entities. These shadows had always been present-an echo of the void, the negative imprint of raw magic-but they were devoid of sentience. The advent of magic "catalyzed" their consciousness, granting them awareness and intent.

Shadows act as the living reflection of magic's radiant energy, embodying everything that magic is not-uncertainty, secrecy, hidden knowledge, and primal chaos. They are fundamentally connected to magic users: as long as magic flows, shadows persist and react, sometimes in a symbiotic relationship, other times in a parasitic one.