Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Legends say that thousands of years ago, even before the legendary city of Feypore reached its golden age, an elf gifted in the School of Divination was born.

She rose to become an extremely powerful Magus and played a key role in guiding Feypore towards its future glory.

Old texts speak of her foreseeing several great calamities, allowing the city to prepare and avoid one disaster after another.

The people of Feypore admired her deeply. Some even revered her. Her many accurate prophecies earned her their unwavering trust.

On her deathbed, she gave one final prophecy: an otherworldly darkness would one day blot out the skies, taint their lands, and consume Feypore along with everyone in it.

At first, the people took her warning very seriously and made numerous preparations. But as time passed and no catastrophe came, their vigilance faded. They grew complacent.

Then, when they least expected it… the prophecy came true.

An unknown calamity struck, and Feypore was lost.

Now, all that remained of that glorious ancient civilization were scattered ruins and fading stories.

Magi brave enough to venture into the heart of Mabi, where the remnants lie, were able to piece together Feypore's history through its murals… or what little was left of them anyway.

Most of what is known today came from those worn paintings and the few books that managed to survive the ravages of time.

These ruins were the only things left behind to tell a story to future generations about the legendary exploits of this magical civilization.

Adam had always been fascinated by the history of Feypore ever since he learned about it back in Clover Academy.

Receiving the map of its ruins in Mabi was a pleasant surprise.

He was much more inclined to explore these ruins in the future than the ominous Dark Valley, where death felt less like a risk and more like a certainty.

Cedric told him that it cost him a fortune to get his hands on this map, and Adam did not doubt him. He knew precisely the reason why.

It was said that the King of Baja had once journeyed to Mabi in his youth.

There, amidst the ancient ruins of Feypore, he had stumbled upon a fortuitous encounter, one that would eventually propel him to the grand realm of the Mana Core Rank!

Feypore was known as the greatest magical civilization to have ever existed on Tron.

Though it had long since crumbled into dust and legend, its proud Magi had left behind inheritances for future generations.

Leaving behind one's legacy was a common practice, not just in Tron but even throughout the Greater Universe.

It carried deep meaning.

It meant that even after a Magus's death, their hopes, dreams, and will could live on through their inheritors.

This is how they remained immortal… not through flesh or spirit, but through legacy.

Their knowledge, ideals, and ambition endured, passed from one hand to the next, echoing through the river of time.

Adam was also the same.

If, somewhere along his journey to the peak of magic, he were to fall, then he, too, would leave behind a legacy.

A legacy tied to the Eternal Soul Lotus!

He gazed at the map in his hands, his dark eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. It was a lot to take in.

If it were any other time, he would have agreed without an ounce of hesitation. But things were different now.

The Grand Magus Tournament was less than a week away, the battle with the Cult of Bones was looming on the horizon, and there were preparations he still needed to make.

Suddenly, Adam's gaze landed on the bottom of the parchment. There was a short poem written in Lunari, the language of the elves in Tron.

He had studied this elven language in Saratoga Castle, but his understanding of it wasn't too deep. Nevertheless, it wasn't difficult for him to translate the poem.

It read:

'I saw the stars,

A world beyond the sea,

But I was born too soon.

The gate had closed,

The ship had passed.

So I stayed.

Warned them.

Guided them.

Gave them all I had.

I did not leave this land,

But I helped it live.'

By the time he had finished reading the poem, Adam had already decided that he would visit Mabi in the near future.

Even though the poem may appear normal, to him, who knew more secrets than the average Mana Vortex Magus of Tron, it was anything but.

He was certain…

The person who had written this poem clearly knew about the existence of higher worlds beyond this one!

It makes sense, he thought.

Feypore was the most prosperous magical civilization to ever exist on this planet. I'm certain they knew about the existence of the Greater Universe.

If I were to boldly make an assumption, then… they might have even known about the timing of the planetary alignment!

He had deepened his understanding of runic magic and, to some extent, ritual magic. But he knew nothing about astronomy, and when the next planetary alignment would take place.

If he were to visit the ancient ruins of Feypore, there was a slight possibility that he might uncover something related.

There was always a possibility, however slim.

As long as he tried, the possibility would remain.

He turned to the Prince and asked, "Your Highness, this poem… do you know anything about it?"

Cedric slightly shook his head. "All I know is that it belonged to a Feypore resident from thousands of years ago."

"…I see." Adam nodded.

It would appear that the secret of other magical civilizations in the universe is truly well-guarded, he thought.

"So, what do you think, Count Constantine?" Cedric asked with a confident smirk.

Adam lingered for a few moments, then asked, "Your Highness, when do you believe you'd need my assistance? If, and I stress if, I am to agree to this, you should know I won't be of any help anytime soon."

Cedric's smile deepened. He leaned forward a little and said evenly, "I won't be a true contender for the throne until I become a Mana Core Magus. So, I'd say we still have a few more decades."

Adam deeply looked at the man sitting before him. From those few words, he picked up on the deeper implications.

Just how many Mana Core Magi was the Empire quietly fostering in the shadows?

And if only the strongest among them could claim the throne, then… how powerful was the Emperor of Acadia?

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

Is that why the Cult has been plotting for so long to attack this continent? Adam thought to himself.

Adam took a deep breath and said, "Your Highness, I need more time to think on this. I shall give you a definitive answer after the Grand Magus Tournament concludes."

"I would expect nothing less," Cedric replied with a nod. "It is indeed a weighty decision. Take your time. I shall await your answer with great anticipation."

He then gestured at the maps and added, "You may keep these, Count Constantine. And know this… should you agree, these gifts will only be the beginning."

Adam put away the maps without hesitation. He rose to his feet and offered a bow. "Thank you, Your Highness."

With that said, he turned around and walked away.

This meeting with the Prince left him with a lot to ponder. But that could wait.

For now…

He had to meet the Headmaster of Saratoga Castle.