A young mage of blood-red hair approached a paladin with Allagan-like eyes, sitting on a granite bench. On deep thought, Amadeo sheathed his sword and noted the approach of an opportune while Mor Dhona stood busy with its sons of light.

Between the noise and haste, he asked her, "Shadow?" the lady of red confirms the name with a nod. In a cold air breeze she showed Amadeo an unfamiliar sight.
A deed…
A tattered scroll…


It was that day, a newborn light was born.


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