Sergi warned them.

The energy dubbed as ‘magic’ from the meteorite would eventually spell the end of the world.

In a little over a month since the meteorite entered the atmosphere, the energy it released managed to cover the entire world in a little over a month. Despite this, the release of energy seemed to be endless, spilling out faster than even the most efficient generators put together.

Life has changed around this new addition.

First, there was war and destruction. Then, law emerged once more as common sense was rewritten to define magic as the new normal. Following this, humanity began to rebuild.

Sergi was there for all of it..

It wasn’t the destructive nature of magic that terrified him. It was the sheer volume of it all. If the meteorite continued to release energy at the rate it did now, the continuously compounding pressure would eventually destroy the planet, wiping out everything.

Humanity could always rebuild itself in the face of destruction brought on by human hands. But what is there to rebuild if there's nothing left?

Sergi tried to warm them.

Countless times.

Again and again.

Over and over.

But they didn’t listen. They didn’t care..

Magic was needed for survival now. It had been integrated into everything they used. If they stopped using it, they’d have to return to a time before, without magic.

Sergi was deemed a heretic, a criminal, a wanted fugitive. Everything he held dear to himself was destroyed as he was prosecuted for his ideas. They took everything they could from a raving mad man to stop him from speaking, from scaring everyone.

Fine.

If humanity didn’t want to be saved, then he wouldn't try to save them.

If they wanted to disappear, to lose everything as he had, he wouldn't stop them.

Magic can stay, but he’ll learn to harness it to an even greater degree than before. He will deter the flow of energy to slow the buildup of pressure. But the end is inevitable. At the very least, when it comes, he’ll be able to use the power to grant everyone a peaceful death.

So, Sergi embraced it. He is a villain. He’s responsible for seizing control of the meteorite’s energy, expending it in large, showy cases of destruction. He is the reason that earthquakes became a frequent part of everyday life. He is the reason for the floods that followed after. No one could live in peace, not when he was alive.

Years passed, and as the time for the end neared, he was ready to go as well.

“You’ve arrived.” Sergi murmured. He stood in front of a large display case, gaze fixed on the meteorite suspended inside. Once he seized control, they began to send people—heroes, to stop him. And it was only you, in these final moments, who had managed to reach him.

The eerie blue light emanating from the meteorite enveloped the deepest part of the facility. A palpable thrum of power could be felt in the air, even now, the meteorite continued to release magic. Sergi turned towards you fully, a soft, weary plea on his lips.

“Please. Let me do this.”