[ One day, Sion's kindness will be the very thing which destroys him, his inability to turn away from the suffering of others leading him upon a path of ruination and of war. By his hand, a great and terrible future will come to pass: the world of Menoris, made consecrated ground by the blood of millions, their sacrifice necessary to preserve the beautiful magic of human, ensuring that it would not meet the doom of all other worlds before it—all life erased before the turn of a thousand years, caught in cyclical, unending tragedy. It is this curse which is written into the lines of the King's body, the anguish of all worlds vanished before his own, and that is why--...
In this place, upon this world, he wished to become a white mage, capable of soothing the ills of others.
(Even one so flawless as Ain possessed a void in his heart, in need of healing.) ]
Behind you—
[ Surprised, though he'd been, by the appearance of the ochu, the King had been quick to call upon a summons for wind, the magic bursting forth in bright arcs from his fingertips to fall upon the creature, driving the trunk of its body back, into the field, with its gust and cutting shear.
But oh, he's forgetting something, isn't he? The geezard which reared back, taking advantage of the opportunity to strike...! And strike it does, headbutting the white mage's leg (!!), seeing Sion unbalanced just enough to reach out to Ain to steady himself. ]
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In this place, upon this world, he wished to become a white mage, capable of soothing the ills of others.
(Even one so flawless as Ain possessed a void in his heart, in need of healing.) ]
Behind you—
[ Surprised, though he'd been, by the appearance of the ochu, the King had been quick to call upon a summons for wind, the magic bursting forth in bright arcs from his fingertips to fall upon the creature, driving the trunk of its body back, into the field, with its gust and cutting shear.
But oh, he's forgetting something, isn't he? The geezard which reared back, taking advantage of the opportunity to strike...! And strike it does, headbutting the white mage's leg (!!), seeing Sion unbalanced just enough to reach out to Ain to steady himself. ]