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

“My boss was right, you are really beautiful. That's why I couldn't let you be devoured by those disgusting beings. How ironic is that? My giant devoured those hairy devouring parasites. But you should leave. Well, you never know.” 


After one last ironic bow, he went to catch up with the others. But he heard the beast's hoarse cries of gratitude. 


The boss chooses a terrace on a huge tree to settle down for the night. 


Gurk then inspected the place with his endless pessimism. 


“Are you sure, boss? We are very high here.” 


“That's just what we need, you idiot," he replied. “So that strange creatures and eating flesh don't get to us while we sleep.” 


“But who will stand guard then?” Inquired the cowardly henchman again. 


“Don't worry, it won't be you the idiot, the boss reassured him, scornful. You're too stupid to guard your own body. Even a dead man can do better.” 


Quioppe added, looking at him ironically. 


Red Beast