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

An audience with the Fire King isn't something easily gained. No matter what the status of a person is, they needed to go through the same procedure. They needed to undergo a meticulous step by step process. One which some even fail at along the way.

That is why Nova always ensures that he converses well with whoever it is that comes through this. Using his own throne room as the meeting place. An area filled by lamps of green flames stuck on the black marble pillars. With walls just as dark where the royal family's emblem hung in red banners.

There was a strange warmness to the room. Fierce yet calm. A temperature which only strong flame users would be able to tolerate for long. Fortunately, the person kneeling in front of him at that time fit this criteria.

"That's what you want?" The king asked.

Wielder of the Green Flames