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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>The arena's clamor diminished to unsettled whispers as spectators filed out,. Kieran remained seated in the stands, arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed as he replayed the match in his mind. Ronan's intricate runic patterns—glowing azure against the stone floor—and Lyra's body wreathed in ancestral flames that seemed to flow through her veins rather than consume her flesh. Both had revealed abilities far beyond what first-years should possess, far beyond what the Academy claimed to teach.</p>

<p>His gaze flickered to Master Chen, who stood near the battlefield, speaking in hushed tones. Even at this distance, Kieran could read the tension in the master's shoulders, the sharp, controlled gestures of his hands. The display of advanced techniques had done more than entertain—it had exposed threads of something the Academy preferred to keep buried.</p>

The Lone wolf