"Once upon a time, there was a world where humans lived their days in fear of tomorrow, fleeing from corner to corner in a quest for survival.
It was a world ruled by fearsome monsters, which a few human warriors, those born with special physiques, fought tooth and nail to repel, trying to avoid the extinction of their kind.
One day, in one of those nomadic tribes, a man was born with the gift of immortality.
But it was of little use, as all his companions died at the hands of a passing monster.
Without the strength to confront it and unable to witness such a massacre, the man drove two stakes into his eyes.
When he awoke, the battle was over, but upon removing his stakes filled with tears and blood, he discovered that his eyes could perceive colors beyond matter.
Now he could see the mana.
Using his new ability, he skillfully avoided the monsters, whose bodies emitted waves of mana in the air, until he reached a new tribe.
The man helped that tribe evade the monsters, earning their respect and finding his new home...
Until the fateful day they had no choice but to face one monster.
He had vision but lacked strength.
Half of the tribe was annihilated, and the other half blamed the man for the tragedy, for not being the wise man he claimed to be, tying his body to a tree, leaving him at the mercy of nature.
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Between wounds that could not be closed and a gloom that ravaged his entire being, the man spent his days without any purpose, serving a sentence whose verdict he no longer remembered...
Until the day a small monster freed him from his punishment.
The man awoke alone, once more, and in a fit of rage, mobilized the energy embedded in his old wounds and fought the monster, defeating it with his own hands.
His body now overflowed with a new power, the blessing of mana, making him physically stronger than any warrior.
That was the first mage, and it is said that the current magicians were born from his descendants."
In the mirror in Fabio's room, the girl was moving her hands, causing thick liquids of different colors to arrange into very precise and beautiful drawings, describing the legend with a small smile.
The girl's name was Nolva.
After hearing Fabio's request, Nolva had agreed to help him, and now she was using her mana to color the inside of the mirror glass.
At the end of her explanation, the suspicious liquids returned inside her body, merging with her blood.
"So, to be a true mage, you'll have to move on to the second step: mobilizing the mana, making it circulate through your body and outwards. How was that? Did you like my animation?"
"..."
"Boo! Ten points deducted from Fabio. It's not cool if you leave them with so little freedom."
"..."
"Well, at least we've killed time until the elementalist arrived."
Nolva made a little pout inside the mirror when suddenly someone knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Can I come in?"
From the hallway, they heard Sophie's voice.