A slow, graceful melody began to drift through the air.
The soft notes lingered, performed by half a score of musicians, brandishing zithers, gusils and other instruments. Alden watched them sway as they played, a sense of peace rising within him as he closed his good eye, savouring the rare, tranquil moment.
He inhaled a deep, chilly breath, wishing he could freeze time, so that he could forever remain in this calm state.
Unfortunately…
He did not possess such a power.
Instead, Alden had received the ability to destroy without leaving a trace. To decay.
And while the sheer lethality of that did not usually burden him, right now, he wished he could have awakened a slightly different power. A gentler, more benign Magic Class, where he was not capable of snuffing out life in an instant, erasing any sign of someone or something's existence.
He sighed and shook his head, the surrounding, swirling mist reflecting his inner turmoil.
