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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 smiled back at the Coven Leader, then changed his outfit to add a simple golden masquerade mask to his look.

"There is no need to launder this particular outfit. It's nothing more than an armour spell to begin with." He explained.

"So, you just keep an armour spell active any time that you're awake? Isn't that a bit too paranoid?" The Coven Leader asked.

Wolfe gave a shrug in response. "It's not really a matter of paranoia. I just don't own any fancy or formal clothing, so I make it with magic."

The Coven Leader nodded. "Oh, so it's like that. I can see how it would be easier to just make the right outfit with magic, if I had that sort of mana to spare all the time."

That made Priya giggle. "He doesn't even notice the expenditure anymore, it's just as natural to him as breathing. It's also not just the formal occasions, he makes all his clothing with armour spells instead of asking someone to make him clothing with magic."

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