Prologue.

From among the rubble of the Demon King's castle, the rays of dawn fell upon what had been the battlefield. And from among them, a young man rose without showing serious injuries; only his clothing seemed to have suffered damage.

The soldiers shouted with joy upon knowing that this was the sign they had been waiting for: humanity's greatest threat had been eradicated. For his part, the young man only let out a big sigh, with a dejected expression.

"I couldn't get any books..." he murmured to himself, while looking up at the sky with a resigned face.

He was Fazil, who after that day began to be known as The Savior for his great feat. He managed to become the most powerful magic user ever seen. Elves and dragons, the best users by nature, couldn't even dream of rivaling him. The only ones who were above, according to the great sages, were the Superiors, the entities that taught living beings the use of magic.

Peace among all the existing kingdoms in the world arrived, and the story of the great mage Fazil spread through each of them by word of mouth. This made humanity a respected race among the others. Those fragile creatures had defeated the fallen ones who inherited the divine power of the gods and corrupted it with their evil: the demons.

But Fazil was not someone who sought peace, he was not a hero; he was just someone whose goal had the Demon King as an obstacle.

What was that goal he was seeking?

The answer was simple, and at the same time something no one would imagine: Fazil was looking for his books of demonic magic.

When it came to obtaining knowledge, and even more so if it had to do with the Superiors, Fazil was like a black hole devouring everything that stood in his way.

That was the simple reason why he took part in the war against the Demon King's army.

Years passed since that glorious event, and he did not stop in his search for knowledge to understand the why of the world. Although with the passage of time, something began to worry him; in his eyes, and in the eyes of his acquaintances, this had gotten out of control.

"Savior, we need your help."

"We need you to eliminate this threat, Savior."

"Only you can help us."

"Savior."

"Savior."

"Savior."

"Savior."

"Enough!"

People began to depend on him for even the smallest problem. All his life he had always been someone who went unnoticed and isolated from the rest, despite his enormous magical power. He only helped those who really needed it.

"This has to end, and it will end with this."

A huge smile appeared on his face after those words. He was in his private room, where he always locked himself in to study his findings in ancient books.

"And with this, we're done."

Strange symbols had been drawn on both the floor and the walls of the room that Fazil used to create rituals. In this place, everything had happened, from the transmutation of materials to the invocation of spiritual beings.

Giving the final touches, a sleepy expression came over him as he made sure everything was in order.

Having confirmed this, Fazil simply fell to the ground, overcome by sleep.

He didn't want to know anything else; what he had been investigating had come to an end, and judging by the satisfied look on his face as he slept, it could be deduced that it had been a success.