Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin
To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
Division of magic
'Just what the hell was that thing?' Leon thought as he walked back to his predesignated position at the very front of the entire column. 'Holy domain, holy weapon, the blessing of the holy maiden... No matter how you want to put it, it appears to be holy magic!'
Holy magic wasn't something that was strictly connected to religion. It was simply a classification for one of the three schools of magic.
Leon took a deep breath and leaned his head to the back. He then slowly sighed out all the air, closing his eyes while working to reestablish his mana sense.
'It's no use,' he quickly realized, hastening his steps. 'The mana in this area is too messy to use this ability,' he took note, closing his eyes.
Leon's legs stopped moving as he battled with his thoughts for a second. For but an instant, worry flashed on his expression, only for his facial muscles to relax and return his expression back to its natural, blank state.