A legend told that far, far away, on the edge of the magical realms, there was a city, a great black city built on a mountain famous for its curse.
Only the black mages and all those who were deeply linked to the darkness were allowed to enter this place of the night, feared by all. It was there, far from the light, that a young boy named Miron was imprisoned. He lived within the walls of a huge building, among other children, under the domination of a banished black mage, who tried to subdue him because of his rebellious and untamable nature. Miron did not know how to break free from this terrible prison. But opportunity knocked in the year he turned thirteen when he discovered a power his dark tormentors wished he had never known.

The Prince Of Mages

Udariv came back to the present, and standing up with strength, expanded enormously before hitting the ground with a punch that created a terrible earthquake and devastated the ground. Miron wavered and had to jump high to escape the collapsing ground, but the waves of debris that fell on him blinded him for a moment despite the spherical shield he had surrounded himself with. Suddenly Udariv appeared in front of him and hit the shield with all its surfaces to the point of breaking it and making Miron spit violently on the ground. 


When he finally stopped next to Sheno, the latter leaned over him, worried, but mocking all the same. 


"Yes Sheno, and please make that mocking smile on your face effective, or it's your linted body that will become the debris I'm about to throw at this monster." 


"And you're the one who calls him that. But tell me, is he stronger than Sirkol?" 


"That's obvious, since I can hardly beat him." 


Blackness