His business in the inn was short; he sought information of a young man with white, short hair decorated by a small, blood-red clot on the left bangs. A man with a distraught, bloodthirsty glare who dared not to say a single word to anyone he met. Luckily, some had already seen such a character pass by the settlement a few hours ago, assuring the hunter that the target was not far away now. Although, said target was reported to have gone even further up Mt. Hakobe’s more restricted areas… the kind of areas where people weren’t guaranteed to return. At least not fully.
But the hunter was devoted to finding the target, so dedicated that he saw not the dangers further up ahead as reasons to stop now. Not when he was so close…
The jacket wasn’t helping Addre one bit – he needed something thicker for these temperatures. Easy, if he ever needed something, he could make it with his bare hands in an instant. Over his palm, a round circle of magic light appeared, and with a single invocation like that, a dark cloak surrounded his person and sheltered his body and head from the cold winds.
But what was going to help him against the giant, roaring bear standing several meters over him? On its hind legs, it threatened to chop him into two with its large, crooked claws and fangs, but another magic circle spawned right underneath its feet – once again, the circle was just that; a circle of light with no symbols whatsoever.
The bear now found itself stuck in some kind of cage with a track leading far away from Addre. With no other option to take, it moved along with the cage-way until it found freedom again, not able to see the male in a long radius. The summoning of such a long cage could prove worrisome, since people would be able to trail along with it to find him, but he had already made counter-measures to ward off the hunter from before. Said measure made itself known as a sudden cry in the distance, near the settlements where said hunter had found his foot stuck in a bear trap.
It wouldn’t stop him… Addre knew that. Perhaps he wasn’t going to make it any further – what else lied ahead of him? Instead of advancing further, he found a nearby oak tree and sat down under its struggling tree crown before spawning another circle underneath. In front of him, a small plate with fish skewers and grilled steaks was spawned, along with a mug of ale and a stress ball. He took a few bites from the meats, then slushed it down with ale before squeezing the stress ball intensely. It broke quickly, rendering it useless as he threw it back where a small trash can was spawned to grab it. His body was beginning to leak out mana again, unused mana that begged to be converted to spells and to magical objects.
His body was covered in black, alchemical signs from his previous masters. They all tried to suppress his Magic as they deemed it supernatural in the world of arcana, a forbidden source of spells that no human being should ever possess. He was a walking Arcana, a wandering, lost personification of Lost Magic…