I have seen the end of Mysteria.

Not in dreams nor in whispers of prophecy, but in visions as clear as the rising sun. I have seen the rivers run dry, their waters no longer shimmering with the glow of magic but reduced to lifeless streams of dust. I have seen the floating spires of Arcelis, once brilliant beacons of light, collapse into the abyss, their enchantments stripped away as if they had never existed. I have felt the tremors of a dying world, the land itself cracking open, its breathless cries swallowed by the void.

The sky, once vast and endless, darkens under an unnatural eclipse. The stars that once danced above our world flicker and vanish, their light devoured by a force far beyond our own. Magic, the very essence of Mysteria, is fading. And with it, everything we have ever known.

This fate was never meant to be.

For more than a millennium, Mysteria has stood strong, its balance maintained by the ten Cardinal Mages—the chosen vessels of the Gems of Cardinal Magic. These were not merely gifted sorcerers; they were living embodiments of the arcane forces that governed our world. Each was bound to a Gem, their power inseparable from the ancient relic that chose them.

The Pharaoh of the Heavens, sovereign of the skies, who commanded the winds and storms with a mere breath. The King of Fire, whose flames burned with creation and destruction alike, stood as both a force of renewal and ruin. The Duke of Supremacy, an unshakable force, bent all to his indomitable will. The Emperor of Earth, the unyielding foundation, shaped mountains and valleys with a single step. The Czar of Changes, ever-shifting like the times, wove fate and transformation at his whim.

The Queen of Waters could call forth the tides with a whisper. The Duchess of Creations, the master artisan, molded existence from the void. The Angel of Life, a beacon against darkness, stood as the eternal guardian of vitality. The Czarina of Senses, the keeper of secrets untold, unraveled the mysteries hidden beyond mortal perception. Lastly, the Empress of Reflections, the perfect mimic, could become all that she beheld, mirroring both form and power with flawless precision. 

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Together, they were the Mystic Knights of Mysteria, warriors and scholars, rulers and wanderers, each carrying a duty far greater than themselves. They were our shield, our guiding stars, the guardians of all magic.

But time is merciless. The last of the Cardinal Mages has long since perished, their souls returned to the flow of magic, their legacy nothing but stories passed down in trembling voices. The Gems, without their vessels, fell into silence, waiting for the next to be chosen.

And now, as Mysteria stands on the precipice of ruin, the invaders come.

They are not from our world. They do not belong to the order of magic. Their presence is an abomination, their existence a hunger that can never be sated. They come from a place devoid of true power, their own world withered and drained. And so, they set their sights upon ours. Not to conquer, not to rule, but to consume.

They will leave nothing behind.

But I have seen something else. A glimmer in the darkness. A future unwritten.

The Gems, though silent for centuries, are not lost. They have stirred once more, but their gaze has turned away from Mysteria. They have reached beyond our skies, past the veil of worlds, to a place untouched by magic.

Earth.

A realm where sorcery is but a story, where spells and incantations are nothing more than words on a page. It is there that the Gems have found their new vessels, their new Cardinal Mages. Ten souls, living lives unaware of the destiny that awaits them. They are ordinary in their own world, but in ours, they are everything.

I have seen them standing at the threshold of fate, bewildered and afraid. I have seen them struggle, torn between two worlds, bearing a burden heavier than they could ever have imagined. I have seen them rise, wielding magic that has not been touched by mortal hands in an age.

And I have seen them fight.

They do not yet know it, but they are Mysteria’s last hope.

The battle has already begun. The question is, will they be strong enough to win the war in Saving Mysteria?