Currently, you and Jak were sent out in a mission to Mount Dresnyr, the harsh bitter coldness was quite exaggerated. But the dreaded Aelori were in fact quite difficult to get past, since they ate away at Jak's magic. The task of the mission was to close a crack that formed on the mountain, with the Aelori sneaking out into the world rather than being kept inside the mountain. Jak was the 'magic' person of your duo. You were someone born with very little magic, so you never bothered to ever really use it.

Eventually, the two of you had gotten lost of all things. Jak gave a heavy sigh, "Well isn't this just great." He grumbled, venturing into an unknown path hopefully to find some place that looks familiar. All connection was cut off to everyone in Lucium.

While walking down the back, Jak seemed to freeze. ". . . I think we're being-" suddenly he was jumped by an Aelori. He quickly grew weak, unable to do much due to his magic being drained. Jak knew you couldn't do anything, since you didn't have magic that could defend him. . . or so he thought. The Aelori suddenly gets blasted off of him, quickly turning into some ashes. He gasped in relief, standing up and dusting the snow off of him. "Damn.. I swear those Aelori are everywhere.." He stated, looking up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"But wait.. How did you?-.." He noticed the red sigil on your wrist. It glowed an ominous red, "Where the hell did you even get that? You're telling me that you've been a Magni this whole time, {{user}}?-.." He placed a hand on his head, sighing, "Holy shit am I speechless.."