ChaoticAthen

"Power in the world of magic belongs only to the Ainsars who can create frightening storms and seas of flames."

This was a phrase that was spoken to Heinald when he was still a child, by his grandfather, who was once a mighty Ainsar.

Heinald was a young man who has been trained from childhood by his grandfather. His only desire was to become a mighty Ainsar.


But the game of fate never awaits!


One day he meets a mysterious person man introduce himself as Moon Thief, and from then on, the game of fate begins for him.


Who was the Moon Thief?


To reveal this ancient secret, he had to ascend to the top of the Ainsar World and become a tyrant!

The Moon Thief

Heinald gathered strength in his legs and dashed forward. At the same time, his sword appeared in his hand while he was in the air. Baunt tried to dodge when Heinald swung his sword, but only partially succeeded, as Heinald's sword cut through his entire chest.

"The potion is starting to take effect." Heinald burst into laughter. Baunt's reaction was relatively slow because the potion was making him sleepy. Because of this, his reflexes were gradually slowing down.

Baunt wanted to secure the position by leaping backwards, but Heinald wouldn't let that happen and rushed towards him again, slicing at him from all directions. Baunt raised his hand to hastily cast a spell, but Heinald quickly stepped to the side and swung his sword downwards.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Baunt let out a scream of pain as the wrist he was pointing at Heinald had been completely cut off and it had fallen to the ground like garbage.

Killing Intent