Chapter 15: The Worlds

  The world was divided into two—the light side and the dark. But things turned out to be even more complicated. It was soon discovered that the light side had split again, creating yet another realm.

  Thus, there were now three worlds.

  The First World—the Mortal Realm. This is a place where the laws of reason reign supreme, and magic is nothing more than a fairy tale from ancient legends. Here, people are born and die without leaving a trace, unaware of the grand design of the universe. Stone cities rise above the earth, and humans carve out their destinies, ignorant of the existence of other realms. Yet, their hearts yearn for wonders, and their souls ache for something they cannot explain.

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  The Second World—the Realm of Harmony. Magic lives here, filling every breath of air and every drop of water. Ancient forests guard the secrets of millennia, and beings born from magic itself coexist with those capable of mastering it. There are no limits to what is possible—everything bends to the power of thought, desire, and will. But even this seemingly perfect world could not escape danger.

  For magic is not only a gift but also a burden. It was studied, harnessed, and sought after in a relentless pursuit of absolute control. Yet, the more power one world holds, the weaker the veil between dimensions becomes.

  When people took too much from the world without restoring balance, the fabric of reality began to fray. Rituals meant to amplify magic only hastened the catastrophe. The rupture between worlds became inevitable.

  But the rift did not only open a path for mortals—it also unleashed forces that had long lain in wait beyond both worlds.

  Thus, the Third World emerged—the Rea

  lm of Darkness.