The Lore of Horned Phantasm Celeste of the Ice Abyss

Prologue

Celeste took her first breath and an unimaginable pain flooded her body, as if hot needles were stabbing her in every bit. It was as if something was tearing her in all directions.

Celeste tried to understand what was happening, but saw only a strange man, with a river of flames flowing straight from his palms into her body. She tried to resist, she tried to defend herself, but the pain was too strong.

Who was that man? Why did he torture her so much?

When all lights started to fade, an unknown wizard fell to the ground, the flames stopped, and she could finally take a deep breath. But the agony didn't go away, her whole body throbbed with pain, and she looked with horror at the bits of purple skin that had split off and reconnected a moment later elsewhere.

"What am I?!"

Celeste looked around the red room, but saw only horrible smoke and a confused wizard on the ground. He looked so scared. But she felt no mercy for him.

"What did you do to me ?!" she demanded, but the wizard suddenly disappeared in front of her. In an instant, he vanished, as if he had never been there.

Celeste looked around the stone room in confusion, trying to understand what had just happened. She didn't know how she got here. She didn't know where she was. All she could feel was a terrible pain that twisted her mind.

She struggled to her feet and walked over to the distant window, where forests, mountains, lakes, and even the ocean echoed in the darkness of the evening. The night air pleasantly cooled her body, but she could not rest.

In her mind, she suddenly heard the chatter of distant voices, as if hearing the thoughts of other beings. Other wizards. They felt her presence. They knew that something terrible had happened here, and most of all they understood that it was different from them.

Yes, Celeste felt so powerful.

Magical energy flowed through her body, which she could not describe, and as she stared out the window, she wanted nothing more than to tear down those distant houses and burn the dark forests. She liked the idea. She wanted to silence all the voices in her head. She wanted to tell them not to play with her.

She reached out to the sky and called out the incredible magical energy that lurked in her. It flowed through her body like a captive storm that wanted to get out and just destroy.

Celeste heard other thoughts, much fainter. They must have been ordinary people, without magical abilities. But she didn't care now. She just wanted to make them all silent.

Suddenly something moved behind her, and Celeste turned on her heel in an instant.

She was waiting for the enemy, but instead a frog landed on the stone floor in front of her.

"I know you," Celeste stammered, glancing slowly at the bone frog, which was watching her blankly. "But you looked different. I… I can't remember. ”

Celeste was about to send the destructive spell from her right hand to the world. Looking at the bony animal, which had to live only by some magical miracle, she could only quench her right hand and cast away the spell.

"What just happened to you?" Celeste asked the frog in disbelief. She couldn't remember how she knew the creature. Regret flooded her heart as she looked at the frog.

"And what just happened to me?" she asked with tears in her eyes, examining her purple fingers.

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