magi ss3
magi ss3
magi ss3

When Alibaba woke, he was no longer in the dark continent. He was in the great hall of the Kou Empire’s ruined palace. Morgiana knelt beside him, her chains reforged and glowing amber. And standing at the throne—a silhouette he didn’t recognize.

It rose from a fissure in the earth, a melody of seven notes that looped like a lullaby. Alibaba’s magoi stirred against his will. His feet moved before his mind could stop them.

The boy bowed. “I am the echo of Ugo’s last command. The program Solomon deleted. The third path. You may call me… ”