omewhere deeper in the twisting heart of the market—beyond the bustling stalls and cheerful chatter—stood a figure cloaked in silver robes. Their hood was lowered, revealing long, snow-white hair that shimmered with an unnatural sheen. Passersby seemed to ignore him, as if their minds were veiled by a silent enchantment.
He stood still, eyes glowing with eerie calm as he whispered:
A moment later, the silver figure vanished in a swirl of wind and sparks—no flash, no sound. Just... gone.
Then the cobblestones beneath where he stood began to crack.
A soft, blue flame flickered into existence.
The flame didn't burn like regular fire—it hissed with magic, devouring stone and steel with quiet hunger.
Screams echoed in the distance as the blue blaze spread rapidly through the alleyways. Merchants fled. Guards scrambled to react. The sky above shimmered briefly as if rejecting what had been summoned into the world.
And amidst the chaos, the only words that remained, etched faintly into the charred stone where the figure once stood