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

Amused giggles and hideous grimaces were the norm. 


They were led to line up in front of a door whose wide-open wings were engraved with particularly moving abstract designs. They were ushered in en masse, and Vradiome quickly understood what was going to be done to them. 


 Imprisonment spells were marked on their bodies, especially on their backs. It was so painful that most of them cried out in pain. And yet, at the slightest cry, the guards gave them a terrible beating. It was not necessary, but it was just another way for these repulsive minions to have fun and pass the time, satisfying their adoration of power, of the little they had been granted and which they enjoyed and used as they pleased and as much as they could. 


Vradiome received at least five of them. But in the end, he made sure to hold back. Because a few dozen ended up dying from the intensity of the blows. 


Horror