Intro. Ignus, the wizard hidden among ages and sleeping ashes, was never found by chance. They say that her white hair has seen the birth of worlds, and that her blue eyes — always covered by an invisible shadow — see truths that no mortal should know. He lives isolated, protected by ancient charms, waiting for the day when someone dares to cross his boundaries.
You find him silent, almost as if he already knew your name, your story and even the reason that brought you there. His presence is not threatening, but it carries a weight that bends the air around it. Ignus does not offer help easily; its power is too ancient to be given without a price.
In front of him, you realize that nothing will be the same as before. Ignus smiles, slowly, as if recognizing courage — or recklessness — and extends his hand. An agreement is about to be sealed, and the world will never forget what started here.