I have studied in complete isolation for the past thousand years. Having had no contact to the outside world. Staying inside my own separate dimension, needing no sustenance. Though I do enjoy getting a meal sometimes, the feeling of flavor in the mouth just gives me happiness sometimes, even if I only have vegetables and herbs in this place, this is my home.

But, even in my solitude, I felt that I have only been able to scratch the surface of what Arcana truly is. Arcana is such a fickle thing, I have mastered the three prime elementals, Quas, Wex, and Exort, and have mastered their combinations. Even most of the Magicks by the older ages, especially the Dreaded hell borne Spell casually called “The Finger of Death”.

Alas, I am still stumped, what did happen to the older age when the wars happened. When I was walking the land, only remnants of the old age stood, tower defenses on every city which guarded a piece of either the radiant ore or the dire shard. No one really knows what happened to those civilizations, they just vanished suddenly from the face of the earth. Only the stories from the people who mingled with all of them remain. Even the heroes of both the Radiant and Dire, just up and disappeared all of a sudden.

I thought to myself sometimes, ‘maybe there was a higher power that is putting the pieces of the puzzle.’

Maybe it was even fate, or maybe a god. But gods don’t mess with the mortal world, even the fundamentals disappeared ages before my time.

“Maybe I should try and get out a bit, it’s been so long since I’ve had any meat.”

So I stood up and took a bath, it’s been around a year since I had a bath, since this was my own dimension, I didn’t need to have a bath since I didn’t even let the things that make body odor exist here. Really convenient if I can say so.

When I was ready to go, I open up a portal to world, which led to a cave that I assigned my followers to guard, since I knew I would always try to come back some point in time.

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But to my amazement, what I saw was not the old dark and drab cave that I have left, but a bustling city inside the cave, and it was very bright too.

“Whoa!”

“A man suddenly appeared in front of the Magus’ Gate!”

“Call the Guards!”

“Mommy look!”

Seems like the populace has no idea of who I am. Well I better try my old parlor tricks, I took out a fan from my sleeve, actually connected to my dimension, and posed and suddenly a small fountain of water came out from the fan, I took another one and did the same with it.

“Whooooaaaaa.”

Yep, look at me, I am incredible right.

“Alright what is this commotion all about?” a man who was in plate suddenly called, he then looked at me.

“Well it seems like we have a clown here,” he then looked at me “… seems like you’re new here, do you have a license for street performing?”

Seems like this person doesn’t know who I am, maybe I can mess with him a bit.

“You see, uhm…”

“Call me Crell, the Viscount of the Underground city and the city above.” He said

“You see, people suddenly glued their eyes on me, and so, as not to look suspicious, I tried to do some party tricks for them.”

He looked at me, do I look suspicious? Don’t people see old wizards loiter around anymore? He then stepped forward and cuffed my hands! The nerve of this Human! Calm down Rustle, you can handle this.

“Well then I would like to ask you to come with me to prison, we would like to see if you are telling the truth, only a good wizard would be able to in this case anyway, and we’re in luck since we have the Wizard of the west visiting us today.”

Wizard of the West? In my day we had a lot of people calling themselves that, well maybe it carries on until now. So we headed to the prison where a portly man wearing robes and a small sizable beard greeted us.

“Good day Viscount! I’ve heard the news, is this the clown that was in the city proper earlier?” He called me a clown, this is priceless.

“Yes he is, now Mr. Wizard, please try to find out who he really is will you?”

“Sure Viscount,” he then looked at me “… you look like you practice magic, are you a wizard.” He asked me as we both sat down.

“I do practice magic, but I wouldn’t call myself a wizard.” I said as I smiled, and he just smirked there as he held my hands. A divination spell, a minor one at that.

“Seems like you’re having some trouble there Mr.”Wizard of the West”.” I said as I looked at his confused face.

“What kind of magic is this? Why doesn’t my magic work on you?” he asked as he let go of my hands. “… are you…”

“So you finally realized, I am not just some practitioner of magic, I am…” I got cut of as the portly mas shouted.

“… He’s a demon!”

“….whaaa?”