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

Vradiome was now running through the corridors of the labyrinth. He was running like he had never run before in his life. The magical prison trying to contain him finally let Katar and his parents through and focused only on him. 


But Sherog was already there, in the shadows, in every corner. He had taken possession of the whole place and simply waited for the time he had chosen to manifest himself. 


He was playing with his prey, a prey that had caused him harm, however small and insignificant, before trying to escape from him, and that now had nothing, that was nothing. 


Vradiome felt his already oppressed breathing get smaller and smaller, his chest burned like molten lava, and his usually dexterous limbs got heavier and heavier until they could no longer move and carry him. 


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