From Marich

The Black Wizard of Preslin Majer. Before my name, the most sophisticated sorcerers trembled.

My power was almost limitless. Almost.

In one word, there is a fine line between wisdom and all knowledge, between life and immortality, between power and power.

Why did I want to cross that line?

Once upon a time, an hour of great incomprehensible loss, I made a vow to myself.