Master Gwyndale sat in the depths of the singing hall. It was the most sacred place in the realms, and all grand masters of light and dark wizardry visited this place.

This was the heart of the realms, where the magic was the strongest, its obsidian walls carved with the sacred runes by the first men. He stood, looking up at the towering statue of Mesir the Ancient, the founding man of light wizardry. It was so long ago, even Master Gwyndale did not know when he lived, but he was one of the few who knew the crimes his disciple did, and how his name was erased from history.

He accidentally taught his disciple dark wizardry and was betrayed and assassinated by his power-hungry disciple who found dark wizardry. Soon he found Gurzuk, the magic to bring destruction to the realms. The masters imprisoned him in the depths of the realm, but he is coming again, and this time he would be unstoppable.

When he thought of the disciple, he heart skipped a beat and felt nauseous. Words of the first men began chanting incessantly in the darkness, it seemed so far away, but the voices were still ringing in his head. He cleared his mind of those thoughts and the voices stopped. It was a sin to have those thoughts in sacred places, he knew, but he just could not stop thinking about it.

All the missing scrolls, even those from the old library was carved into this cave before being burnt. Gwyndale ran his fingers across the obsidian slab and felt the dents of the carved words. Simply be feeling the words, it read 'Fire and water shall never mix. Shall it, disasters will destroy the realms like wildfire.'

He chuckled, those were written when the dark and light were killing each other for territory, and the fact that light and dark wizardry would never meet was what it said, and that was proved to be untrue when the Seven Stars rose to keep the balance of the realms.

Yet he felt the spirits of the cave, sacred guardians of the Singing Hall feel insecure, and once or twice he heard whispers in his ears. Gwyndale shuddered -- something felt strange in the cave, he felt jumpy even though he came into the singing hall many times before, clearly something felt wrong. Then, a breeze swept across his feet. He turned, and in the darkness, something moved. Things were going totally wrong in the Singing Hall, the spirits were really restless. Something dark was coming, and Gwyndale knew the darkness was near.