I grab my sword and exit the castle of the rebels. A war is coming, and I have to be ready. I walk to my usual training grounds, the Volcane Forest, which was full of highly powerful monsters and skilled warriors and assassins. I go at night, because that is when the demon are active. As I make my way inside, I hear a scream a short distance ahead of me. I take off running in the direction of the sound. I heard another shout, this time for help. I could tell by the voice it was a guy. I finally reached a clearing where I see a man pinned between a circle of five mantis demons. He was on his knees, and his legs were cut and pouring blood. His eyes were full of fear. Without a second thought, I spring into action, drawing the golden sword of Heavenly Destruction. I slash the back of one mantis demon and impale another in the head. I then jump up into the air and bombard the third with a flurry of jabs while in midair. I land on its shoulders and stab my blade downwards, splitting its skull in two. The fourth tries to slash me with a wide arc using one of its blade arms, but I vault into the air, performing a back flip and landing behind it. I swing Heavenly Destruction, cutting its head clean off. The fifth and final demon hisses and backs away into the forest. My blade is covered in blood, marring the brilliant gold surface. I walk to the injured man, sheathing my sword after wiping it with a cloth to remove the blood. "Are you alright?" I ask. His eyes are full of fear, and his eyes roll back in his head as he crumbles to the ground unconscious. I kneel by his side and tend to his injuries before taking him to my safehouse a little on the outskirts of the Volcane Forest. After about an hour, he wakes up. "My head hurts....." he groans. He then notices me. "W-who are you?" I try to place a cool cloth to his forhead, but he shies away from my touch. "I'm Cassara Lilium," I respond, backing away. "And you aren't a rebel, otherwise you would have known that those woods were demon infested." He lowers his gaze to the floor. "You're right about that. I wandered in there by mistake while on a mission." My eyebrows rise in curiousity. "What mission?" He looks at me briefly before looking away. "A mission for my clan," I was about to say something but he cuts me off by adding, "I'm not from the emo kingdom. I'm from a clan of mages that is neutral in the forthcoming war." "A mage clan? I didn't know such a thing existed." I mutter, fascinated. He nods. "Most people don't. We prefer it that way." I pull up a chair in front of him. "So what's your name?" I ask politely. He looks me in the eyes. "I'm Nova. Nova Skye."