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 torture was probably the worst. Tortures as much physical as moral, or both at the same time, which happened most of the time. 


They were so diverse that they could not be counted anymore, and they were added, created day after day depending on the always more insane and crazy fantasy of the noble and free beings of Regan. 


There was also the flaying of the skin, the breaking of bones, the tearing of organs, limbs and even magic. But the favorite torture of these sordid and evil people was always the arena of evil. 


This torture consisted of throwing hundreds of slaves into a huge arena, giving them all the magic and weapons they needed to kill each other, but of course, with the certainty that no one would make it out alive, but having given them, the spectators always more numerous, all the exhilarating and ever-increasing joy of entertainment until they died. 


Tale