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

"Damian I'm getting tired waiting! When are we going to strike?" The tall muscular figure demanded. With four other individuals included in that meeting. All of which sat on thrones.

"Can you calm down Al? Didn't I say that we'd wait a year before making our move?"

"Why do we need to wait that long? We have everything we need at our disposal right now! The more we wait, the more those inferior beings would claim the lands from us!" Damian simply sighed at the suggestion. As if it was done by a hopeless musclehead.

"This decision is not for you, nor I to make. You know very well that we can't just do as we please. There is a hierarchy of authority Al."

"Kneel." Damian increased the gravity on his ally. Making him bend the knee in defeat.

"Do I look like I'm accepting your opinion? We strike when I say we strike."

Two Leaders