Arack Verman

Arack Verman, one of the strongest mages in the world for his age.

49.

That's how many years he'd lived.

At least on paper.

However-

Slam!

Appearance, that of a male in his late twenties- a grin like he owned the place, he entered the magus guild in front of him slamming open the door.

White hair, white teeth; Large man with an almost perfect proportion of muscle and beauty….

A platinum sorcerer- that's what he was called.

Only seven mages in existence had such a title- and he was the youngest there… seemingly.

'Yes- yes, stare at my magnificence!'

He noticed students and staff staring at him-

They were surprised and perhaps even mesmerized!

According to him.

"AH- Veine!" The man shouted. Mighty chuckle. "Uncle's back!"

Loud.

Erveine let out a mild sigh, forcing a pr grin. "Welcome, back Uncle. Mother awaits you in the meeting room."