Chapter 1

Within the walls of the city of steam at the District of Raez a shop stood this was the alchemist Zaven Archblade’s home and store a lot of people call him insane….

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(mainly because of his extremely dangerous inventions like that one time where he mixed a highly concentrated dosage of mana with a fire potion which almost caused the destruction of the entire city no in fact the entire continent if it weren’t for Crael Archblade the Grand Magus (and also Zaven’s twin brother) sealing the extremely powerful fire potion the whole continent of Flae would have become a sea of flame and if you are wondering why Zaven wasn’t sent to a mental asylum well it’s because the potion he made was also made to a fuel wich solved the city with it’s energy crisis and made the city wich he is living in very rich.)

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Ok now that I have told you about that let’s continue.

The time was midnight in the alchemist’s shop inside the shop was rows of potions, herbs, and other alchemy reagents (I’ll leave this to the readers imagination) in the end of these rows was a door wich was glowing inside that door is a young man with brown hair and brown eyes with glasses his face was the face of a handsome youth the alchemist Zaven (what.. you thought he was gonna be some old man with crazy white hair.) who was tinkering around with a copper glove wich was the glowing the glove had three slots on the back of it’s hand Zaven grabbed four crystals the first was red and it was on fire the second was blue the third was brown and there were rocks levitating around it and the last was white wind was circling around it then the alchemist carefully put the crystals to each slot after the crystals were in the gloves a sudden bright light engulfed the entire shop Zaven was blinded for a few seconds he then rubbed his eyes and looked at his copper gloves he had looked shocked the gloves where now glowing yellow with a golden hue and it was floating Zaven screamed “I have done it I have replicated the divine hand!”.

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And so our story begins.