Prince_06

Amari Zanders. A kid who escaped slavery and, in a world, where humans have turned their imagination into uncos (power or magic). He doesn't have any. Not only does he have no unco, but he is lost in world full of wonders. Will he ever be raised from his burden of being alone? Or will it end of him being alone?

Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy.

The kid stepped forward, dragging a massive sword behind him, its sheer weight carving faint lines into the battlefield. Sparks flickered where metal scraped against stone, tiny bursts of energy humming through the air. Then—almost casually—he flicked his wrist.

Electricity crackled along its length, arcing through the air like a brewing storm. The charge coiled, restless, the weapon thrumming with raw power, waiting to be unleashed.

He smirked. "Hope you can keep up."

Amari barely had time to react before the kid lunged.

Lightning exploded from the sword as it cut through the air, a streak of energy slicing toward Amari in a brutal arc. He moved—fast, smooth—shifting just enough to let the attack skim past, heat licking dangerously close to his skin.

To be saved