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The Crimson Sorcerer

Rain Adams was a normal 17-year-old until one day, on his way back from his school football match, he was pushed off the platform and into the path of an oncoming train. Miraculously, he survived the dreaded accident, but it awakened something within him, something he could feel in his body, in his blood. However, not everything goes according to plan, and this isn't some comic where he becomes the hero with amazing abilities. Rain will soon discover that this might not be a gift, but a curse.

Cameron_Feeney · Urbano
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9 Chs

A Burning Resolve

As I listened to Cassian's words, my determination grew stronger. I knew that in order to avenge my family and become a mage hunter, I would need to undergo intense training. Cassian explained that he would train me for the next six months, preparing me to enter the military. Without proper training, I would never be able to fulfill my goal.

The memories of that tragic night replayed in my mind, igniting a fierce mix of sadness and rage within me. But I refused to let those emotions consume me. I had to stay focused, channeling my anger into my training.

Cassian continued, shedding light on the typical progression of mages. Most awakened to their magical abilities around the age of 12 or 13, but their bodies were still too weak to effectively use mana. It wasn't until around the age of 16 that they could freely harness the power of mana. However, there were exceptions, rare geniuses who could tap into magic even before the age of 16.

"Once mages turn 16, they can apply to magic academies to learn how to properly utilize mana," Cassian explained. "After two years of rigorous study, they can choose to either join the military or continue in the academy for another year, depending on their desired path."

My heart sank as I realized the extent of my disadvantage. Awakening at the age of 17 and will turn 18 in 6 months meant I was nearly two years behind my peers, and even further behind the so-called geniuses. But Cassian's presence filled me with a newfound hope. He was the best mentor anyone could ask for, and his reputation as the world's strongest mage only solidified my trust in him.

A question slipped from my lips before I could stop it. "Are you really the strongest?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity and a hint of awe.

Cassian nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes, Rain. I am considered the strongest mage in the world."

As his words settled within me, a deep respect for Cassian Grey blossomed in my heart. I knew that under his guidance, I had a chance to become someone capable of exacting revenge for my family's untimely demise.

Inwardly, I made a vow. I would train harder than anyone else. I would push myself to the brink of exhaustion, channeling my determination into every single moment of my training. The thought of facing the bastard who had taken everything from me fueled a fire within me, turning my eyes cold and resolute.

With a firm resolve, I stood before Cassian, ready to embark on this grueling journey. I knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges and sacrifices, but I was prepared to face them head-on. There was no turning back now.

Cassian's voice broke through the silence, his tone filled with determination. "Rain, we will start your training immediately. We have six months to prepare you for the military. It won't be easy, but I believe in your potential."

I nodded, my gaze fixed on him. "I won't let you down, Cassian. I will become stronger, and I will avenge my family."

And so, with a shared determination and an unbreakable bond, our journey began. Each day was filled with intense physical and mental training, pushing me to my limits and beyond. Cassian's guidance was invaluable, his experience and expertise guiding me through the complexities of mana manipulation and combat techniques.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I could feel myself growing stronger. My control over mana improved, and my body became more agile and responsive. The once insurmountable gap between myself and the others began to close, my determination propelling me forward.

And in the depths of my heart, the flame of vengeance burned brighter than ever. I would become a force to be reckoned with, a mage hunter capable of bringing justice to those who had wronged me. The bastard who had taken my family would soon face the consequences of his actions.

With every training session, every drop of sweat shed, and every ounce of pain endured, I inched closer to my goal. The time for reckoning was drawing near, and I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.