Warlock

Tobi shook his head as he pushed his emotionalism aside, and opened a book, reading it from the author's foreword.

"My name is Twelve Wings known as the Batman. So known as the prodigy son of the Sovereign of Ancient vampire, and also the only one of my generation to achieve the title of a Warlock..."

"What the heck is a Warlock? Isn't it just a synonym for a sorcerer?" Tobi paused for a second, taking the mental note to ask about the various race' categories later on when he sees Horus.

"… I want to dedicate this book to all young bloodline holders, in hope that they can make good use of it and unleash their superior potential to become Warlocks.

"In a world scourge by wars waged by the celestials, the world had fallen, grown and adapted into various ways, the peace treaty had lasted years but now the tension arising with the celestials amassing strength that could probably injure the Moon Goddess. Which is why we must prepare for the rising storm."