Those were strange days among the magick folk. The word was spreading about a user that was killing others to get their energy, but nobody knew really who that one user was, or if it was real. The only thing known was that it was related to the disappearance of a legendary artifact that most people were sure not even existed, the Root of Souls.
That small box contained the secrets to the world of the mind, the energy, and even the connection between one being and the other.
It was said that its discovery was accidental, and scared the creator so much that he hid it, because he was sure that destroying it would be worst.
The fae world in Paris moved close to the canals and the catacombs. All hidden in the series of infinite tunnels that could make any regular human get lost and never c
