So this is it huh? Isaac thought, as the last bits of his strength were leaving him.

Isaac's world, Warheim, was reduced to a pile of ashes and there were no living beings left to be found on its surface. None but one, Isaac.

He laid there half dead, half naked, his majestic robe not even worthy of being called rags at this point had a metallic smell to it, a blood trail gruesomely led behind him, going with its dark red color as far as the eye could see.

There was not even a drop of blood left in his veins. Not that it matters, thought Isaac as he remembered the gaping hole in the middle of his chest.

"So much for being invincible, I guess." He said with a self deprecating chuckle before that chuckle turned into an ugly cough.

Yes indeed, Isaac had achieved it all, he had reached the apex, he held the godly 10th tier of magic in the palm of his hand, he had tempered his body through bone crushing and flesh mincing pain to the highest degree a mortal could reach, and his soul was as bright as a seraphim's and as indestructible as a dragon's.

Even so, he fell. Before the might of those that had grasped the concepts: the power to bend reality with words, to speak reality into and out of existence, to make it obey, he lost.

Rightfully so, after all there was nothing further beyond, or so Isaac thought, as he forced himself to turn and face that chilling and illogical sight. The sky offered an image even the brave would tremble at.

He looked up at the devastating sight before his eyes. The sky was deprived of all of it's stars, the moon was split in half like a cake, and the sun? Oh right. Isaac thought as he looked at the feeble ring of fire, all that was left of the celestial body.

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He had lived a sweet life, he mastered magic, he conquered the body, and he accomplished his dreams, he achieved his purpose. Maybe he would have liked to raise a family but then again, why would he want to see the children of the children of his children die before him?

"Even so. I wish I could live some more." He weakly chuckled.

How greedy of me. Such was his last thought before his mind got too muddled, too weak, to think further.

As the breath of life was leaving Isaac, he did not notice the figure that his words had summoned, one that brimmed with invincibility.

The figure, a man, whose shadow pointed in the wrong direction looked at Isaac, it looked at his wounds, at the hole in his chest, and at the trail of blood extending itself beyond the horizon, a smile made itself manifest on his face. A smile that grew larger and larger the more he looked becoming more and more eerily unnatural.

"Wish granted." The figure said and the breath of life left Isaac.

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I'm dead, I'm totally dead, Claire thought.

Claire was a young girl with brown hair and pair of big, bright, brown eyes, she was a maid at the De Lavigne Estate, she started working there just a few months prior, after her mom died and she had to find a job to take care of her little sister, yet she already knew that making mistakes here was absolutely not allowed.

As most nobles, the De Lavigne thought of commoners as being inferior to them, as their lesser, but what made working here even worse was the fact that the De Lavigne did not refrain from acting on that conviction and in fact even corporal punishments were handed left and right here.

She still remembered when head maid Theresa had Julia, another of the maids, whipped for leaving a few specks of dust on the drawer in the Duke's study, and it made her shiver every time.

Today she was assigned to attend to the young master. The young master was having his afternoon tea at 4 in the afternoon as always.

As the young master finished his first cup he gestured for Claire to refill it. It happened then. This was the first time Claire was attending to the young master and in her attempt to be perfect, as often is the case, she actually accidentally spilled some hot tea on the young master's hand.

She lowered her head and prepared herself to face whatever punishment awaited her for making such a grave mistake, her lip quivered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes despite her effort to stop them.

She waited and waited but the punishment never came, no outburst, no angry yelling, no nothing.

She looked up at the young master, he was not moving in the slightest, pale as a ghost, he looked like he was completely lost.