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It had been hundreds of years since humanity and their Witch allies had been forced to retreat to the fortress cities after the disastrous war to eliminate the Magi Clans. 

Nuclear weapons had burned the skies, and Grand Magic pulled entire continents beneath the seas before the end, but the victory was secured, no Magi was left alive in their slowly recovering world. 

Or so they thought. 

Wolfe Noxus was born on the lower levels of a fortress city run by the Morgana Coven, raised under the glow of magical lights, with magic and technology entwined in every aspect of his life. 

But after his eighteenth birthday, when a get rich quick scheme led him to the forbidden ability to use the powers of the Magi, his whole life would change. 

The forbidden inheritance of the Magi was his. All he had to do was live long enough to embrace it.

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Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe enchanted the bows with [Lightning Arrow] and [Wind Blades] while the witches all tried on their new invisible armour amulets. Wolfe had set them to just layer over top of whatever the caster was already wearing so that they would have maximum utility without standing out in a crowd.

It felt a bit strange to the Witches, who were used to the obvious change when the spell was active, but you could feel the mana against your skin and the lack of actual contact when you held something.

"Oh, are those our new bows? They look pretty fancy. Is that an inscription to create the arrows with magic?" One of the witches finally asked.

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