Campoccino

Within the ten Domains, it is only the Voids who are powerless. They have been subjected to the mockery of others, being unable to use mana nor cast any spell. For a thousand years that has been their fate, until there were those bold enough to try and change their fate.

This is the story of a world destroyed by war and greed. A story coated by all sorts of sins and secrets. A story where only the strongest survive. A story of a young boy laughed upon by fate.

This is A Story of Evil.

A Story of Evil

"So this is where they buried you huh? Poor king Reckon. They must've really hated your traitorous ass."

The man who called himself Kingsley went to the ruins of Sanctuary. There was a pile of rubble everywhere and, one could even notice the fierceness of the battle that went on there. With the large pillars of rock scattered all around. With traces of burning and slicing. And, with an uncanny power that the humans weren't supposed to have.

"So they're beginning to evolve on their own huh. That's not good. I wonder what that Shadoweaver have been up to." Kingsley activated his powers, scanning the area for any traces of Reckon.

As soon as he did, he went through a valley of rock pillars. Arriving at a makeshift tombstone. With the sword of the fallen king sticking at its front.

The Son