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's stamina was gradually declining, and his magical treasure was almost completely absorbed. The freezing ray would kill him if he didn't make a quick move.

"Blood Nightmare Shield! Activate!" Heinald shouted out.

A pale red barrier surrounded him, the freezing influence from outside no longer affecting him at all.

Heinald immediately jumped back and was out of Dementor Frost Flower's attack range. The ax in his hand turned into a silver beam of light and flew towards his finger, taking the form of a ring again.

"My turn!" A stream of fire that was terribly hot formed in Heinald's arm, and they began to pool in his hand. A red ray of fire shot out from its descendants towards the Dementor Frost Flower. The heat emanating from this fire ray began to melt everything around.

The Count's Sorrow