The humans call me Nemon Fargus. They call me wizard, and [Elementalist] and [Enchanter]. They call me teacher. They call me adventurer. But I don't care. Not anymore. For more than 150 years I've served the Kingdom of Sena. Through four Kings and a Queen. Two wars and a rebellion. I've founded and taught at a magic school. I've fought against beast waves and dungeon breaks. But now? Now, the one close friend I had left has passed. So, I'm done with their politics and their economics. The short and busy lives of humans are more burden than benefit on the weary soul of this half-elf. Now, I'm looking for a refuge, a place that can well and truly be my own. Away from the growing cities and the bustling markets, away from the pointless wars, away from the eager students and the arrogant adventurers. I'm seeking the peaceful life of a wizard in his tower, studying magic to advance my spellcraft...We'll see if that happens.

For two years, I’ve struggled to plan and prepare for the end of the Age. Now, when my kingdom should be preparing to fight the Pestilence, they are at war with their neighbor. A war that they seek to draw me into. The wizarding adventures of Nemon Fargus continue. There are always more secrets to magic to unlock, and he won't stop until he learns them all. Does that make him grumpy? Of course it does!

The Pestilence has come, and kingdoms fall. Nemon Fargus has done what he could to prepare for this, but the End of an Age is not something than can be fought—only endured. The wizard can only hope that what he's done will be enough. There are always more magical secrets to unlock, and he won't stop until he learns them all. Does that make him grumpy? Of course it does!