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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

It was nearly noon the next day by the time that all of the guests were up and mobile again, especially the ones that had passed out in the main hall during the party.

The witches had kindly provided low-grade healing potions in all of their rooms for the morning, bot for the hangover and the stiffness in their bodies that would come from sleeping in a chair or on a stone floor.

It was all that anyone really needed. The hangovers from Dwarven liquor and Elven wine weren't all that bad for most species, and the revellers had restrained themselves a little bit so that they weren't wandering around drunk at breakfast and embarrassing themselves.

This was an official function, after all.

Instead, they had gotten inebriated to the point of unconsciousness, and then had a nice long sleep and prepared to do it all over again.

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