Prologue

Warning! Slight mention of blood and self harm!! Do not continue if you don't like reading about that even though it is lightly mentioned.

The dark cold night began to sink into its most dangerous state, stars seemed to push further up into the inky black sky. On the ground a single azure light was guiding a hooded figure through a maze of looming trees, the soft glow emanated from a small lantern the person held loosely near one hand and in the other a dark oak staff. They moved swiftly along the dirt path with their heart beginning to quicken, a smile appearing across their barely visible face and their grip on their lantern tightened. Wind whistled past their head revealing a man's face hued slightly blue.

The path had led the man to a large field where a large rock lay in the centre, his footsteps had paused and the world held its breath. He hid the lantern underneath his cloak as he crouched into the tall grass like a lion spying on its prey. The large pale moon illuminated the open terrain, everything was still as if time had stopped. Suddenly the ground began to quake in pain as the rock began to grow bigger and begin to change.

Soon, the sight of the moon was blocked by a silhouette of a giant stone golem with eyes glowing a scorching white. The man took out a small dagger, sliced his right palm and let the drops of blood drip onto his staff. The top of the charcoal staff began to glow and formed a deep crimson crystal. The man steadied his hands and held in his breath, aimed for the creature's eyes and shot the crystal with a blast of energy.

A low scream came from the golem as it began to writhe and hit its own face, its eyes changed from a pure white to a burning red. The man stood up and began to laugh, the golem turned to him  with a low growl. He raised his staff and slammed the end of it into the ground. The man transformed into a black mist with a singular blue light in the centre. A low roar came from the golem as it chased the glowing smoke through the forest.