A Story of Evil

Within the ten Domains, it is only the Voids who are powerless. They have been subjected to the mockery of others, being unable to use mana nor cast any spell. For a thousand years that has been their fate, until there were those bold enough to try and change their fate. This is the story of a world destroyed by war and greed. A story coated by all sorts of sins and secrets. A story where only the strongest survive. A story of a young boy laughed upon by fate. This is A Story of Evil.

Campoccino · Fantasy

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Fourth Day of the Festival

The following day, Sol's team went to King Jubilee to make their report. The thing about the festival is that, it only starts getting busy once the sun rises over the walls. Before that people are still busy trying to wake up, preparing the things they would sell, or packing up to leave.

Hence there wasn't much people when Sol's team went back to the inner wall. With the boy calling upon his griffin. Using a whistle designed by Queen Lilia which only releases a frequency that is audible to the said monster.

"Why didn't we use that before?"

"It attracts too much attention to us Rick. The people of the Void aren't used to seeing monsters yet."

"You say that like it's going to happen soon."

"Because it will. With the function of the summoner cores finally being made known, I'm sure King Jubilee has something planned already. For now though, I need to be discreet when to use him."

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