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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

Alb22 · Adolescents et jeunes adultes
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Never Again Will I Use It

A few hours after the war, Adall opened his eyes in what seemed to be a very luxurious room. The walls were adorned with intricate frescoes, depicting scenes of epic battles, mythical creatures, and enchanted landscapes.

Every detail seemed to have been crafted with extreme precision, the vibrant colors contrasting with the richly toned tapestries that covered part of the walls. Naturally, its grandeur did not match that of his room when he was still a Windsor, but it far surpassed any he had been entitled to since his banishment from the latter.

Adall was initially surprised by the environment he found himself in, but his surprise quickly faded as he recalled the events preceding his fainting from exhaustion.

Merlin, Arthur, and he had been led by Gerald himself to a certain mansion that housed a family who, in addition to mourning the consequences of a war held without warning, was also grieving the death of the eldest son of the house.