The Hero of Darkness

The throne hall exuded an atmosphere of stern severity, a palpable tension filling the grand chamber. It had been a week since the Hero of Darkness had been summoned, and the air was thick with anticipation and unease.

Hero of Darkness—yes, that was the name they all called him.

The title arose from the dark aura that had enveloped him upon his awakening in this world. His jet-black hair and the dark, intricate tattoos running the length of his arms only enhanced this menacing persona. The fact that he always dressed in black did nothing to alleviate the impression.

Moreover, he had awakened with the most ominous of magics: dark magic. This was not just any magic but an extremely rare and ancient art, a lost magic that had not been seen since the era of the first Heroes of the Light Empire.

Why reach so far back in history?