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

The morning was unusually foggy that day. In fact, it was so thick that one would think the clouds themselves have descended upon the Void Domain. Yet this wasn't what happened and, could not be any farther from the truth. It wasn't the sky and the heavens that descended.

"Hey, look." A guard said, sobber and pointing at a silhouette that appeared in the mist.

"That's probably a worker coming back early." His companion mentioned.

"Early? Come on, do you know what time it is?" He said, mentioning how the workers were still sleeping at that time or, preparing for the day ahead. This alerted both of them; making them raise their guns as they asked:

There was no response to their words. Instead, the silhouette simply continued moving towards them. His steps echoing. Faintly. Gradually increasing in volume as he continued getting nearer.

The Burden