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of.” He paused, lost in thought. “There are many awful things out there, Ren. Goarders are at the bottom of the food chain. They’re mere mortals greedy enough to sell their souls.”
    “Who has such power? And why would someone be stupid enough to sell their soul?” It came out judgmental, but I couldn’t help myself. What could possibly be worth selling your soul?
    “Telal and his immediate bloodline, called Proxys, have the power. And to answer your other question, not everything is as it seems. Some people grow desperate enough to sacrifice themselves to save their loved ones from impending death.”
    Could I be one of those desperate people? Was I brave enough to sacrifice myself for someone else? I didn’t have to think long before I found my answer.
    Yes, I would. I would do anything to protect my brother.
    “How does it work?”
    “Are you planning on making a deal with the devil?” Axel turned to me, his eyes mischievous. When I didn’t respond, he continued. “They don’t just turn any human into a Goarder. They hand pick the ones that have the most potential. We think they target those that have no way out, are desperate, and are willing to do anything to get what they want. Their desire to sacrifice makes them strong, but the more tainted their soul is, the stronger they are when they’re turned into Goarders.”
    “So they were once humans, with families and stuff?” He nodded. I let the information sink in for few minutes. “Do Goarders have any magical powers?”
    “Yes. Proxys are equivalent to our Sorcerers. We know for certain the Goarders have the strength and speed. We suspect telepathy, but since none of us were ever one…” He gave me a crooked smile. “We know they don’t heal quickly.”
    “So if Telalians can be created, can Dracians?” It seemed like the most obvious answer.
    “Making a magical being requires the original’s blood…” He sighed. “Synik and Bramuda, the leaders of the Dracians, died centuries ago, and since then, we’ve survived through the breeding process.”
    I flinched at the word breeding . It sounded so… animalistic.
    “It is what it is,” Axel said, almost like he was convincing himself. “We don’t know the exact story of our creation, but we do know it starts with Telal and Synik, two best friends bonded through magic, first of our kind. They were born with the power to control magic with unimaginable breadth. Magic was born with them and a female—Bramuda.”
    He paused.
    “At the beginning, these three worked hard to build our race. They created a sanctuary for us—a place we can call home. They provided guidance, knowledge, and training. But then, their views on right versus wrong turned into a battle for centuries and many lost lives. All hell broke loose.” He gave me a weak smile.
    “Telal believed they were given the gift to punish all criminals by death and to induce fear in mortals to gain power. He believed in justice—eye for an eye—no exceptions. Synik, on the other hand, true to his name—warrior of humankind—believed in fair trials and power gained by trust and sacrifice and love, not by injecting fear. He believed justice could be served only when truth is drawn.”
    The way Axel explained the story, I felt like I was living it.
    “Power is a beautiful thing. It helps mankind continue forward, but it can also destroy humankind. Power is virtuous. It’s swayed by the beholder, not the other way around.” He paused. “The story is told that these two fought for over two centuries, each swaying the power to their side equally until Bramuda’s death.”
    I could imagine it, the battles between them. The slaughter. Best friends fighting against each other. Bramuda’s death drawing them together to grieve the mutual loss, as she drew her last breath. I shivered.
    “After her death, Telal and Synik became savages.” Axel’s voice brought me back to reality. “Many more souls were lost until Synik was defeated