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

The stranger laid his hand on it and the doors quickly liquefied, revealing another black wooden door. This time, Rourke had to use his magic to open it, taking off his gloves, put his hands on the black surface, and while glowing slightly, he came across a formula that moved the woods away from the door to let them through. A corridor as wide as it was endless welcomed them, with thousands of doors, all made of original materials and designs. 


Turning to the young wizard, Rourke could not help but But he couldn't help but ask again. 


"Tell me, young mage, did you really feel no fear when you stood beside that ominous lake?" 


"No," said Miron impassively. "But why do you ask? You didn't either, did you? Because you approached me when I was still standing close by." 


The intercessor