Dahlia Town, a place full of mystery, a location familiar to very few people, and even fewer humans: the only ones living either religious zealots or fanatic cultists. Of course, there were some normal civilians, but it would be rare to see them out of their houses, and never out of the town's borders. That was because humans weren't the only ones roaming the land around Dahlia town. Lycans, more commonly known to the world as werewolves, and vampires: blood manipulating creatures, one of whom Odin had once called friend before she had disappeared, likely dead in a ditch somewhere. That was the truth of the life Odin lived: it was short lived in many cases. It was true that Yumi, the old woman in a demon's body, had survived to a very respectable age, but she was the one in a million that had. The majority would find themselves dead at a young age, cast out in a battle that was not of their choosing to die for another. The few that chose their battles would still fight against stronger opponents and fall. In a magical world like Fiore, with all its politics and guilds, death was an inevitability to most, and Odin was indeed one of those who had narrowly avoided it already, having only been left alive by the 'grace' of his opponents. That was the worst part. Odin would much rather have simply been killed, rather than disgraced in such a fashion: left alive and even cared for by those he had tried to kill. As a dark mage, hell as any mage regardless of alignment, it was pathetic, but it was time to put it in the past and move on.
The Forsaken Cemetery was the final resting place of many mages and civilians, from great warriors to the local shopkeepers, they could be found here, but Odin wasn't here to pay any homage to the deceased. Today was about the living, specifically about Odin himself. Too many times had he lost a fight; too many times had he been forced to rely on others, it was time for it to stop. Time for the dark mage to become more, to cast off his weakness in favour of more strength. After all, when one reached rock bottom, there was only one way to go.
Or was there?
There was a reason Odin had chosen Dahlia as his testing ground. One of the reasons was of course because of how secluded it was, as this was not a time where the mage wished to be disturbed, but there was more to it than that. Dahlia had always been a place touched by a different kind of magic, a darker magic than any other town in Fiore, potentially in Earthland. There had been a multitude of wars fought for even more reasons, littering the earth beneath the town with corpses, not to mention the creatures of the night that called the town home. The lycans and the vampires. But Dahlia had also been the only town with any connection to a third type of humanoid: one boasting a much superior power to the previous two, yet with much greater a cost. Dahlia was the only town in known history that had managed to produce a Lich: a creature of undeath, and a wielder of the darkest magics.