Many years ago, in the land of the Kingdom of the Fallen Gods, on the western border, lived a blessed bloodline. They had the power to predict the future and explore the past. In a world where magic was common, this was nothing unusual. Yet human desire to conquer the unknown was stronger than any magic. This bloodline was called the Argentarius. For generations, they served as close counselors to emperors. Once they stood at the peak of power. Then, overnight, they collapsed. Why? Because knowing the future did not mean one could prevent it. And changing the past never guaranteed the desired result. Many grew greedy for their powers. The clan had knowledge, but no strength. Lower members were often captured and enslaved, costing many Argentarius lives. Faced with these tragedies, the fifteenth head of the family made a choice. Abandon the Argentarius name. Scatter the family. Live as commoners. Never use their powers again, or speak of them, so that greed could not hunt them anymore. For a century, they vanished without a trace. Until twenty-two years ago…