There is a legend, born from the hope of the lingering good within a small group of inhabitants within Exotia, that tells of a brighter future. One where the sun shines on every corner of the land, rain only arriving so that it may leave behind a rainbow. The legend speaks of a forest spirit who will breathe warmth into the heart of evil, bringing with him a new dawn. The legend even made its way to the Supreme and his advisor, both who scoffed at the idea of a mere forest spirit, with a miniscule reserve of magic compared to theirs, being their downfall. Sehun brushed the thought aside, distracted by the increasing rebellion on the outskirts of Exotia. Yifan however, began to plot a plan, a plan which would not only crush any remaining hope, but increase his own power over Exotia, and more importantly, his little brother who only grows stronger as he reaches maturity. Yifan reached maturity a few hundred years ago, hence his current leverage over Sehun. But he can see it, how Sehun can blow away even the stongest of their enemies' walls, barely exerting any energy. Yifan needs more magic, and he's finally found out how to harvest it.