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The Wielder of Death Magic

Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas. This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all. [Cover is copyrighted by Sxperimental]

Frostysyrup · 都市
分數不夠
1250 Chs

Yulie from DFI

 'War cannot be quantified or described without being there. No matter the words used, the picture isn't truly painted, no matter the description, imagination can only take one so far. If a painting is made, a picture is taken, or a video is recorded, the five senses will never be satisfied. Images are there but the feeling and the smells aren't, the echoes of silence serve as a reminder that atrocities mustn't be shown,' a war reporter from the Shadow Army stared down the Midhest, '-airstrikes came down earlier today. They left nothing in their wake, the city was spared but not the outer defenses. Looking at the topography, it seems the army had more in plan than was shown. They took control of the stream and fully mounted an assault on the lower city. Goes to say that the city of Midhest is now under siege,' as she wrote, an alarm rang through the forest where they camped, "-hurry along they say, we're going after enemy reinforcement."