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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 fires were behind him now. Only flickers of light pushed through the ruined shutters. And for a moment, Amari thought the house was empty—until he felt it.

Not mana. Not movement. Something heavier.

Like guilt creeping beneath his ribs.

The man stood still in the doorway. Average height. Gaunt frame. Wrapped in long robes stitched with scripture that shimmered faintly when the light caught them. His skin was dusky bronze, but his eyes—his eyes were silver, reflecting back everything they saw.

What is and what's not