On smoking ruins that were littered with bodies, toppled buildings, and sunken grounds. A man of wires levitated above the wreckage. The  wires tangled up together to form this abomination.  The abominable entity stared down the pesky creatures below with a gaze akin to that of a god. “There will be no peace in my time!” The being declared. It raised its hand into the air. “I shall have no so-called mercy!”A sphere of scarlet red nuclear energy materialized in its hand. “I declare this day the end of your path. Today I shall judge your destiny.” “And in the name of the legion. Everyone on this planet dies.”The world turned red. ***Alistair… Neon… Percival: The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Ether, The Reckless One, the Defender of all Beings, and King of Elders, born in 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical knowledge in the world!However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick.Institutions on the rise, large and small. Each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science.  Will our hero Alistair achieve his goal, or will he be another statistic signed off as KIA? Find out on the Arcanist Tales