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Meet Kieran, a 12-year-old street urchin with a secret - dark powers and even darker dreams. Haunted by the memory of his sister Sara's tragic death at the hands of a noble, Kieran is determined to dismantle the nobility's oppressive power structure that allowed her killer to go unpunished. His goal: create a world where the powerful can no longer harm the vulnerable without consequences.

When he stumbles upon Wells' mysterious grimoire, Kieran forms an unexpected bond with an ancient entity, gaining formidable abilities at a dangerous cost - his own life force. As he grows stronger, he becomes determined to master this entity, seeking a way to rewrite the terms of their arrangement and keep the power without paying the ultimate price.

Juggling life as an assassin in the shadows, he eventually earns a spot at the prestigious Academy. Behind its hallowed walls, he hunts for forgotten knowledge that might free him from the parasitic bond while maintaining access to the dark powers he needs for his mission.

Using clever tricks to hide his true abilities from professors and peers alike, Kieran carefully navigates the very institution that trains the elite he despises. By day, he studies ancient texts and rare magic; by night, he strikes from the darkness, targeting corrupt nobles one by one.

But as his life force continues to drain and the darkness within him grows, a haunting question emerges: In his quest to change the world and master forbidden magic, will he survive long enough to see his vision realized, or will the very powers he sought to control ultimately consume him?

Villain With A Side Quest

<p>Victoria steadied her breathing, her muscles burning from exertion. Across from her, Edmund Blackthorn stood tall, his light-infused aura creating a nimbus that made him seem untouchable. Yet she had landed a hit. She had cracked his confidence, if only for a moment. That was enough to press forward.</p>

<p>The heat in the chamber lingered like a physical presence. Scattered embers from her earlier attacks still pulsed on the ruined platform, and the air carried the scent of scorched stone. Students around the edges of the arena leaned forward in hushed anticipation, their eyes darting between the two fighters. They knew this wasn't just about skill. This was about dominance, about who would shape the hierarchy within Arcaneum Academy's hallowed walls.</p>

Just The Beginning.