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

It was still the third day of the festival. Or rather, it was the night.

Some people slept comfortably in their beds. Meanwhile the store owners packed up their things -preparing for another busy day of business when the sun rises again. Guards roamed the streets, changing shifts with the ones assigned during daytime. Then there was Solomon's team. Moving as silently as they could. Seemingly with the shadows of the night.

"In position yet?" Sol asked, sitting just behind an old and worn down house. He and his teammates wore communication bracelets. With the spare one being brought by Sol for situations such as the one they got themselves in.

"Yup. I'm ready to strike anytime." Hendrickson said, amazed by the device which was not yet released to his own domain.

Catching Thieves II