In a distant ne, far removed from both the magical ne and the mortal ne—a space now referred to as the loka where Jaegar found himself—another loka existed.


    This alternate space harboured a unique ne, distinct from those familiar to Jaegar.


    Within this ne, an eerie ambience prevailed, shrouded in a thick, ck miasma that tainted every inch.


    In the heart of this peculiar ne stood a colossal fortress, its sheer size capable of eclipsing vast stretches ofnd.


    Lokas, intricately woven dimensions of existence, upied separate spaces, each a fusion of nes with their own distinct physical and astral attributes.


    In the intricacies of the cosmological order, these distinct nes were part of arger construct known as lokas, where different existences coexisted in separate spaces, each loka containing a uniquebination of nes.


    The loka where Jaegar now found himself was called Jorrhr, a realm with its own set of nes—the magical ne, and the mortal ne, where human lives unfolded. These nes existed within the same space, intricately connected yet distinct in their essence.


    Beyond Jorrhr, there were thirteen other lokas, each possessing a varying number of nes, each with its own physical and astral states and unique properties. These lokas formed a cosmic tapestry, interwoven yet maintaining their individuality within the grand design of existence.


    These Lokas were interconnected through ethereal pathways, allowing beings to traverse between them and explore the diverse realms of existence.


    The nes eliogar, the magical ne, and the mortal ne coexisted within the same space, intricately connected to one another.


    In this vast expanse beyond the magical ne and the mortal ne, beyond Loka of Jorrhr, a distant loka known as the Abyssal Dominion, an ominous ne unfurled its darkened existence. This was a ce where malicious entities thrived, and the very air was saturated with a dense ck miasma that clung to every corner of the etherealndscape.


    At the heart of this foreboding ne stood the Obsidian Citadel, a colossal fortress that loomed over the deste surroundings. Its shadow stretched far and wide, casting an imprable darkness across the destion below. From the towering heights of the citadel, one could gaze upon a horizon tainted by the eerie glow of malevolent energies.


    On this dark ne, where the ck miasma clung to every inch, the malevolent entities plotted and schemed within the shadows.


    Within the confines of that imposing citadel, a cavernous hall unfolded, dominated by a solitary pir rising majestically from its centre. Encircled by a depth of ckness, the depths below concealed their secrets, veiled in imprable darkness.


    Atop the pir, its surface weathered and rocky, a figure stayed still, ensconced in a swirling shroud of ck miasma. This ethereal substance seemed to cradle the figure, holding it captive in an otherworldly embrace.


    The round surface had nothing except for the figure in the middle of it.


    Every inch of her form was immersed in the obsidian embrace of the miasma, a dense cloak that obscured the contours of her being. The tendrils of the dark mist intricately intertwined with the delicate nerves on her face, casting an eerie visage. Her eyes remained sealed shut, immersed in a state of profound repose.


    Were Angelina present on this mysterious ne, she would have swiftly identified the enigmatic figure—none other than Augusta.


    In the ensuing moment, another enigmatic figure materialized within the expansive hall.


    Purposefully striding forward, imperceptible surfaces formed beneath each step, propelling him closer to the central pir.


    With each measured advance, he drew nearer to the surface, where Augusta was ensconced.


    Upon reaching her, a broad grin illuminated his countenance.


    Leaning in, he addressed her with affectionate familiarity, "My dear Augusta, how have you been?"


    Augusta, unresponsive, kept her eyes sealed shut. Undeterred, the figure continued, "I know you can hear me."


    Persisting in his attempts to engage her, he leaned in, a continuous smile ying upon his lips. "Well, this may get your attention—your son... our son, Jaegar."


    At the mention of Jaegar, Augusta''s eyes snapped open, a fierce glint animating them, sending a disquieting shiver through the figure.


    Undeterred by her reaction, he chuckled softly. "You are hurting me, dear. You care only about your son."


    Augusta, her voice a whisper yet resonating with an ominous tone, cautioned, "If youy a hand on him again, Angus," The ck miasma enveloping her convulsed violently.


    Angus, with a dismissive wave, assured, "No, I wouldn''t do any harm to our son."


    The ck miasma was barely holding her as it was shaking uncontrobly.


    Angus stared at her and seemed to be amused at her reaction.


    She cared so much about her son, so much so that she didn''t even care about herself. And it was one of the main reasons she was here, locked in this damned ne of abyssal dominion.


    A location lost from the records of the time.


    Angus spoke again, "Then you won''t like what you are about to hear."


    She stared at him with a stoic face. She would have killed this man if not for her son and Vivianne.


    After Jaegar was born, she received a letter from the mother of Julius, telling her that her son was killed by Angus.


    Then she dug around without him knowing. She was already a member of the witch''s spire and held a favourable position within the spire; she had used the sources of the spire and investigated the matter.


    She learned that Angus had indeed killed Julius. Her childhood friend, and if he wasn''t dead, they would have be more than friends.


    She had another revtion about Julius, which was that he was also a chaos arts wielder, but his powers hadn''t yet been established.


    He was supposed to be with Augusta and be a formidable being, but before he could even do any of that, he was killed by Angus.


    Without being aware of it, Augusta fell in love with Angus.


    At that time, to her, Angus seemed perfect, a lover, a husband, a man she needed.


    Everyone around her always treated her with the utmost respect and worshipped her existence.


    Except for Angelina, she had no emotional connection with anyone.


    After earning the title of Chaos Witch at the age of twenty, she became distant with her family.


    They never really attempted to contact her. And as they were novizes, they never fit into the circle of people Augustus was involved in.


    Augusta still visited her parents from time to time and spent time with her sister Diana, another one of the closest rtionships she ever had.


    Augusta''s bond with Diana was different from her connection with Angelina. While Angelina was the only person she truly respected, Diana provided a sense of familiarity andfort in their shared experiences as siblings.


    Despite the emotional distance from her family, Augusta valued these asional visits and cherished the moments spent with Diana, appreciating the rare connection they had managed to maintain.


    And Julius was another person who held a special ce in Augusta''s heart. Their friendship was built on a foundation of trust and understanding, as they had supported each other through thick and thin. Julius'' unwavering loyalty and ability to make Augustaugh even in the darkest of times made their bond unbreakable.


    Augusta considered Julius not just a friend but a confidant and partner in crime, making their rtionship one of the most cherished in her life.


    But after he died, she lost all sense of direction and purpose. The void left by Julius'' absence was overwhelming, and Augusta felt a deep sense of grief and loneliness. Without her confidant by her side, she struggled to navigate through life''s challenges and find sce in the same way they once provided.


    And that''s when Angus came into her life. He was a kind andpassionate soul who understood Augusta''s pain and offered her a shoulder to lean on. Angus became her rock, helping her gradually heal from the loss of Julius and find a new sense of purpose. With his support, Augusta began to rediscover herself and slowly build a new life filled with hope and happiness.


    She thought he was the kindest soul and felt incredibly grateful to have him by her side.


    But it onlysted until she received the letter. Her world came crashing down, and she felt betrayed and wanted to kill him, but she couldn''t do that because of her baby boy.


    When she confronted him, he didn''t even show any remorse or apologize for his actions. Instead, he tried to justify his betrayal, making Augusta question everything she thought she knew about him.


    He revealed his intentions of taking over the power Julius had and wanted to be one with Augusta. Like it was supposed to be.


    She didn''t know how he had the knowledge of Chaos power. Even she had no idea untilter she learned about Jaegar.


    She had a relevation after giving birth to Jaegar, as he had been born with the power of chaos, but she dismissed them as mere dreams and thoughts.


    But after learning about Julius and how she was supposed to be with him, it was her fate to be with him.


    He was killed, and Angus tried to rece him. Angus tried to change the fates of him and Augusta.


    But fate had a different n in mind when Angus killed Julius.


    To their surprise, Jaegar was born with chaos power.