The World of Luminara.
This was a world that had never known true darkness.
The flora here was bioluminescent, pulsating with a gentle light that mimicked the beating of a heart.
Even the air itself seemed to shimmer with particles of light-mana.
On the highest peak of the Crystal Range, where the clouds drifted by like sheets of folded silk, a tea table was set.
"Teacher," a young voice broke the serene silence. "What is war?"
The question came from Aven, a six-year-old boy with cheeks that glowed with a faint, natural rosy light, a mark of the Luminara bloodline.
His eyes, large and sparkling like stars, looked up with innocent curiosity.
Opposite him sat Light.
To the universe, he was the First natural Demigod. He was the demigod of teaching, the radiant hand of the guidance. He was perfection incarnate, with beauty inherited from both the humans and elves.
