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Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom

"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q

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You Idiots

In the end, she did not tell him the names of the other five Ruling Houses co-ruling Tartarus Shade. Ikaris got the hint. 

Neither he nor his comrades were in a position to turn her down. From the moment she had received them in that hall with no permit to stay, their fate had been set.

They could, of course, go to the city and seek the protection of another House, but that would be a direct slap in the face to House Morgunis. The fact that she had revealed that her House was the most powerful in Tartarus Shade, whether it was true or not, was both an enticement and a threat.

Moments later, when his comrades were done being grilled by Anaphiel, she called them to her office and had them sign a contract to join her House Morgunis.

It was a lengthy contract. The scroll of parchment on which the clauses of the contract were written was several feet long when unrolled, but Ikaris was undaunted and read each clause carefully until the last.