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

Within the empty field where Herald fought against Sol and the second generation, Damian and the three other emperors showed up. There was nothing but ruins around them. With the ground evidently scorched and, signs of other forms of battle making themselves known in the state of the surroundings.

It didn't take them long to find one of Herald's wings. Stabbed by a sword with runes glowing on it.

"Don't come near that." Damian ordered as Aeolus tried doing so.

"But it's a wing Damian. It's the most sacred part of our body."

"Yeah. And that sword has a trap set on it so do as I say before you tick me off." Damian commanded, already pissed by the fact that Herald still went against his orders. The worst part about it was that, he lost. Ruining the reputation of the emperors who were then only four.

"Just get the details on how that idiot died. We don't need anything more than that."

Preparations