A faint whistle of wind barely stirred the leaves. A rare moment of silence in Esperia, when nothing threatens it, when peace and quiet finally grant it a visit. Even Annih himself stood under a tree in peace of mind, watching life walk along the continent, where there is room for everyone, from beast-like creatures to bearers of light magic, so similar to Annih and Dura themselves, who have not yet managed to receive their immortality.

He looked lazily to the side, hearing the rustling of the grass. The man tensed slightly.

Dura?