The morning came and passed with no sort of trouble. It was a calm day, and the wind seemed to blow in favour of our three heroes.

The only alive souls by miles of distance.

“Do you feel it, Max? Right now, we’re traversing across millenia of history. We’re the first souls to venture into the Hills in hundred of years!”

“How was it before Magissa?”

“none of us are old enough to tell you first-hand, max. not even mr. rabbit!”

“But we do have our Legends. Tales and myths whispered across generations.”

“Of Trolls and Dragons.”

“Of Magic and Warriors.”

“Long time ago, Max, this world used to be a place of wonder. Big battles were fought, and the march of knights on their horses could be heard from all the land. There were princesses, and treasures. There were elves and gnomes. And there were monsters, but also peaceful creatures. It was a world of exicting adventures.”

“And, more important, it was a world full of life.”

“What happened with everyone?”

“the curse magissa cast upon Liminalia made it sick. most of life fell ill, and passed away.”

“The remanescents scattered across the land. Hiding in the forests, in the caves, whenever it was safer. Nowadays, it is so rare to find a single alive soul I doubt anyone but me and Meryl still live. It’s been a long time.”

“Is there a way to break the curse?”*

“Not even Thelesis can break such powerful curse, Max.”

”… only the graces.”

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