The Strongest's Eldest Son
After tearing all the humans in their sight, including their superiors, they went straight to Etruscan's palace. At that time, he was the greatest threat to all the species so they decided to get him first.
Them being able to use Mana without Magista is not a threat itself, but their ability to store a great amount of which is the weakest point of Magista. This gave them a huge advantage in head on battles and allowed them to cast stronger versions of Magic. In addition to that, their numbers were hundreds of thousands. This was a battle between an entire army versus a lone man.
The 'battle' only lasted for a few minutes. At first, Etruscan planned to escape but quickly abandoned the idea and chose to erase them once and for all. Before they could find him, he had already finished casting his Magic which only took 5 minutes for the scale he was about to unleash.
The size of the Magic was only that of his palm, the Mana used was only that of a normal fireball, the mechanism and concept could be easily explained to a child, but the result and aftereffect was from that of a God. It was the true meaning of annihilation.
Everyone thought that Etruscan had escaped but suddenly a flash of light blinded them and that's the last thing they saw. Within a nano second, a huge fireball as hot as the sun expanded to a radius of 800 meters and vaporized everything within that distance. The heat was so intense that even those who were 5 kilometers outside the blast were ignited into flames.
Etruscan made sure that he was 10 kilometers away from the explosion before unleashing it. In just a span of a few minutes, he completely annihilated his army and created a massive crater in his territory that will later become a 'poisonous' lake.
It didn't take long for the rest of the world to take notice of what's happening. Slaves began rebelling and formed groups, growing numbers of individuals with strange illnesses, and the Dark Sea slowly retreating. These were all happening after the sudden disappearance of the Dark Lord, Etruscan Epistoma.
Almost 2700 years have passed and the course of the world completely shifted. The species who were oppressed before gathered and formed their own kingdoms devoid of humans. Before, humans completely ruled over the world but now the world was separated into different territories.
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–Anthropolos, One of the three Human Kingdoms–
On a sunny day, a young boy at the age of 12 is lying face down on the grass comfortably while holding a pen and what seems to be a notebook. He has raven black silky short hair. He wears a simple looking white shirt, a black shorts and a pair of slippers. But anyone with an eye can tell that this boy came from a wealthy family just by looking at the patterns on his clothes which are made out of gold threads. What's more, he has a strange bracelet on his left wrist made out of expensive black magic ore known as Mageia with a crest that can only be worn by the royal family.
He stroked his pen multiple times and formed strange drawings.
"Nice, nice. This should do it." The kid said and continued to draw while swinging his feet alternately back and forth.
While being so immersed in his activity, a white haired old looking man walks towards him. For his age, he has quite a physique. He is wearing a black suit and black shoes, the true definition of a butler. It took him a while to get closer to the kid because there are a lot of strange drawings littered everywhere and he doesn't want to step on any of them.
"Your highness, it is time for lunch."
The kid seemed to not notice his presence and kept on what he was doing.
"Forgive me your Highness but Her Majesty, the Queen, has been waiting for you. You are the only one who's not present."
'Yes, yes. This should work. What if I put… hmm?' The kid thought to himself and finally noticed the old man.
"Hey old man. I didn't know you're there. Is it time for lunch?"
"That's right, Your Highness."
This kid is Prince Dyruz Von Del Mahika, the eldest son of the king of 'Anthropolos', King Dyroth Von Del Mahika, also known as 'Magos', the person who holds the title of the strongest mage of all of the human kingdoms, the pinnacle of human Magic.
Dyruz stood up and raised his left hand. The ore in the bracelet glowed and a moment later all the things littering around were sucked in.
"Let's go." The young prince said.
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A rectangular long table made out of gold, diamonds and other expensive materials could be seen in the middle of a room. There are 10 seats made out of the same materials, 4 at both sides and 2 at the ends.
In the seats, 5 people are seated. For this number of people, there are unnecessarily high numbers of plates full of different and exquisite dishes, enough to accommodate 10-15 people. The room is so wide that it looks like a hall, which is probably the latter.
"I heard that you've been skipping your studies again. How long are you going to keep this up? As the next in line to the throne, you should know your responsibility as the prince of this kingdom. Do you expect people to listen to an ignorant king who doesn't know how to manage a kingdom?" King Dyroth said with dissatisfaction in his voice. He has deep red long hair that looks like a mane of a lion and a beard that covers his chin connected to his sideburns. He has flame-like eyebrows, black sharp eyes and a stature of 2 meters. He wears a red high collar blazer outfit that outlines his exceptional and huge physique that can easily be mistaken as a battle hardened fighter who lives in the battlefield rather than a mage who cast Magic at the back. That is because he's a mage who fights at the frontline using a sword-shaped Magista. He's someone who has experienced countless battles against the different kingdoms and led his army to victory. A highly respected individual who hasn't lost a single battle. A wall that stopped the advancement of other kingdoms for decades.