Notes of the Dark Wizard

The wizards in the black forest are making weapons forged from flesh and magic. Young newcomers happily use magic as a cover to show the mysteries of magic on the streets. Demigods have become ancient legends. The ancient bloodline is howling ferociously under the torrent of the times. Vampires bite innocents in the heat of steam engines. Humans have ruled the land for too long, building on the ruins left by the elves in their former glory as if it was their birthright. But obviously not. In this era of chaos, the statues of ancient gods shine with strange light, and crows flap their wings and make sounds like babies crying. The stars in the sky disappeared as if in fear, something was coming, something was going to happen.