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 bishop was still in solemn prayer when someone entered his cell once more. Yet, unlike the queen which he didn't pay much attention to, he turned to look at his new visitor. None other than Felicity.

"Did she finally leave?" The bishop asked.

"You sound like you didn't like her visit. The queen did her best to come here you know."

"Yeah, unfortunately, the bishop she knows is no more." The bishop began shapeshifting. His whole body being covered in darkness and, as soon as he came out, a totally different appearance was donned by the supposed Bishop Baron.

His facial features however was something that any of the Monarchs would recognize. It was none other than a young King Reckon.

"Is that your favorite face now lord Kingsley?" The knight asked.

"Don't be silly. I have nothing of the sort. The only reason I chose this is because I need to use his powers."

"So after I die you'll also absorb my body?"

The Ordeal