Rifling through a tome, Jassyn paused and flipped back the page. His gaze landed on an image depicting a five-pointed star. The ink was so faded, it was difficult for him to decipher. An illustration accompanied each point to the shape. Elements. Fire. Water. Earth. Wind. Lightning. Shamans. Fynlas traced the ancestry of human lines possessing the ancient power. And somehow the elves had curated them, binding those lines to the realm, breeding more offspring. Whirling around, Jassyn scanned the scattered research. Elemental powers don’t exist. Not anymore. The magic had gone extinct, suffering
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