A magic that consumes its creator is something very rare since they are only told in stories or in slight anecdotes, the anecdotes tell you that it is due to some internal problem while in the story they say that the bearer has a magic so powerful that his The body doesn't know how to manifest it, Akira knew about this type of problem, so he assumed that Winter knew something about it, but when he asked them about that incident, he realized that it wasn't. “So you didn't know about this? — "No, I guess I don't pay as much attention to my gifts as I should." — — Mh , you shouldn't blame yourself for it, you have to repeat your time with your company and school. I am not an expert in this area but I will recommend some suggestions for you to apply it. — The boy would look at him curiously. — It's not something serious but let's say that if you don't accept these suggestions you could have a more intense problem with your magic. — "In a nutshell, I follo

Draven Wentworth was, known as the agent Necromancia or Dr. Wentworth was classified as one of the agents as the most demanding between Akira and Clemente, his addiction to knowledge makes him cross rigid lines, so much so that Mr. Lockwood has to personally intervene. The workers have labeled him as a narcissistic, disinterested, lunatic and even dangerous person for the social good, something that Clemente did not like since they had known each other for years and he knew Draven more than the others. He clearly saw why he behaved like this with people but despite this he could not intervene since Wentworth himself had asked him to. Sometimes the dragon wondered why he wouldn't let him help him defend it and other times he seemed to understand. The Necromancy agent was precisely in his laboratory, doing an investigation of the utmost importance, although that was a personal search, since on a pair of glass boards he had an investigation about the events that had recently occurred,

Murder after leaving the agency would go to Leudox where he would continue his investigation, the night had been eternal, he had wreaked havoc in places that had asked him to take charge in exchange for information, he was a hit man ready for all kinds of order with the only strict law , no children and women. Blows, bullets, gifts, magic, was how he would classify it that day, dawn was beginning to make itself present, the hitman was just going back home. —Uniform ready, homework checked and corrected to a boy his age, breakfast ready, bathroom ready, clean shoes and his backpack neatly arranged. Ah, that young man must be proud to have me as his assistant. — Nestor said excitedly and then heard some steps. "I guess he's already here." — The bodyguard's cell phone would ring so he would answer the call which asked him to turn on the television. “Just last night there was a demonstration where there were more than 20 people under arrest, 34 injured and 12 people under supervision.

The days passed normally, Winter continued to attend classes normally although the third-year groups harassed him from the conference, there were times when they cornered him and others where the albino did not resist attacking them but from then on everything was calm, there was no nothing that would get him out of his boxes. The teachers with each class noted the performance of their students among them albino although Draven still had his suspicions, it was not as strong as before but that did not mean that some doubts arose. The Naia brothers had returned to school with some scratches, something that worried the other classmates in the room. Winter could only see the brothers from a far distance as her companions had crowded in with them. The tranquility was remarkable as well as the nights, it was as if the traffickers had disappeared overnight, something that worried Murder but despite them he would continue looking for possible threats, it was as if destiny gave him that rest

A magenta-haired nurse would tend to the Winter Blongers so Winter would use her gift to learn their true intentions as Winter Blongers were known to abandon Summer Blongers or weaken them to take care of themselves. The albino assumed that he would not let his battery escape while he was living with the boy, so when he used his gift he would be shocked, the winter man's mind was jumbled, disordered and impossible to predict. The albino's nose began to bleed and his vision began to spin so Nestor would guide his concern to the boy. "Winter, what's up?" — "N-Nothing, I just got dizzy." Maybe it's tiredness. — "Let me call a nurse." — -No, I'm fine. Don't worry, I just need to rest a bit. — Winter would wipe her nose with her shirt sleeve but she couldn't stop thinking about Akemi's brother and his great threat if she meets the little one. “I see, so you guys brought him to the hospital. Thank you. Damian would bow to both subjects. Damián was one of those people who pretended to