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

With King Jubilee leaving, you'd expect Sol to begin training like crazy. But he didn't he sat still for a bout thirty minutes. His head being preoccupied by various thoughts connected to his dueling. Of course there were still a lot more which he needed to think about but, at the moment he thought it was best to solve things that he could. Removing his problems one step at a time.

His mind was focused and clear. Like a clear morning sky. Without a single cloud in sight. Or like the surface of the sea, without the turbulent winds to force its motion, nor the sea creatures which does the same.

The boy was perfectly still. And because of this...he finally arrived at his answer. Calling on to someone that could help him with his idea. An entity he hasn't spent time with for a long time.

Talking With Pandora