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

Somewhere in the northwest of the Black Scorpion Desert...

In a large, dark room, a tall, well-built figure stood before him watching the vast desert from a globe.

"Teshki! Come here!" The figure said excitedly.

"What's going on?" Another figure, quite similar to the figure, emerged from the work of darkness.

The figure pointed to the globe in front of him, "There's someone walking around in the desert! And if I'm not mistaken, he's a human."

"How can that be? Humans left this plane long ago."

"Let's go and meet him right away." The image in the sphere disappeared as the figure waved his hand.

Heinald was walking through the vast desert. For a Level 2 Ainsar like him, the heat of the desert was of course not a major factor, but the wound on his stomach prevented him from making a fast journey.

The Kawtil Race