There is a child under the endless ceiling,
He who is born with the spark of light,
It is he who will forsake the plight of darkness,
He who will master all magic,
He who will rule Androlica,
He who will change destiny as he pleases.
There was a prophecy, it was said a boy would be born with the gem of light in his soul. He would master the light state as a boy and he would master all magic as a man. He would become the person to rule the Androlica Tower, the greatest mage tower in the world.
Every noble scrambled, wondering if their child was the one in the prophecy. Eventually it became clear in Thesia that only one child fit the description of the prophecy...
"Oh. Look at the young master over there. Ogling over maps and carvings of delicate stone. He could've already mastered the light state if he just yanked his head out of that damned adventurer's book."
