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

Inside, there was a wall, this time carved with spells, and another mighty gate stood in the way. The boss blew them up just as merrily with the magic bombs. Eventually, they reached the main enclosure of the castle, a room as gigantic as it was suffocated by spells, with its old sleeping stones and bewitched objects, but fortunately harmless against their magic. So the mercenaries were able to carefully search every inch of the place for the entrance to the treasure room. Corridors, walls, pillars, floors and ceilings were carved with powerful spells that gradually became illuminated as they searched deeper and deeper. The mercenaries began to realize this and considered them intrigued. 


“Uh, boss, if I'm not mistaken, those are imprisonment spells, right?” Quioppe inquired, on the lookout. 


“Yes.” Answered the latter, equally suspicious. 


The sneering one, too, no longer felt very reassured. 


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