Two weeks later, Kay was practicing one specific rune from his Grimoire,This was, perhaps, his most useful magic, but it also was complicated and difficult to use in battle.He rested his hand, his breathing labored, as he eyed the tree ahead of him, bound by blood. It was also rotting, slowly, but it was happening.He spat.The Blood Bind he was trying to work on was not supposed to corrode it’s target, but he couldn’t get that part right.Taking the knife, he made another incision on the palm of his hand, drew a magic circle on another tree, this time he tried to alter the runic array to something different than what was on the book, and proceeded to draw the same runes with his blood-empowered Mana.The red bindings emerged from within the tree and Kay felt the connection almost immediately.He smirked.The spell was, originally, a curse that rotted the opponent from the insides, in a way that consumed the Mana from both around and from within the target. That was why he needed to

Guiles Moria was a very intriguing individual. He honestly didn’t care for those around him. The world itself was boring for him, no interest was spared for the “masses”. For him, only those who caught his fancy were important. And, overall… he was not impressed with the youth in front of him. “Honestly… what exactly did she saw in you?” His voice was derisive and bored, like he was talking to an animal. “There’s talent, yes… you sure are brimming with potential… but… I don’t see any glimmer in you.” “What?” He asked, gobsmacked. “Need I repeat myself?” sighting, he made a gesture and Kay was sent away from there, waking in Zera’s flat. “The fuck did you say, you bastard!” His screams died out when he heard Zera surprise yelp. Looking on where he was, he was confused for a moment, and then, regained his bearings. “Huh.” “Don’t ‘huh’ me!” She screeched, massaging her temples afterwards. Sighting, she eyed the door, where his sister was eyeing him with worry clear on her features

Took some time for him to map out Leon’s movements, but with his brother constant attacking, Kay felt like he got a good notion about how his opponent thinks. He kept quiet, slowly waiting for an opportunity, until he finally had the chance. Jumping out, he drew a quick rune and sent a wave of fire against his brother, whom blocked it with his shield. Then, Kay used the “Flame of Madness”, which shook the entire ground when impacted. This forced, much to his annoyance, Leon on his knees. Shooting waves of magical power, he expected to pierce the body of his older sibling, but the same sound of fizzling electricity filled the street. This gave him pause, until he heard the sound of a flame whip and grew his shield. Then, for his surprise, it was the ground that melted. Much to his annoyance, the molten rock shot towards his barrier, forcing him to dodge, lest he suffered more Mana consumption. How? He shot multiple waves, this time they were sent in all directions, hoping to pierce

He eyed the destruction with a frown marred on his childlike features. The infernal flame made his white hair stand on it’s end. He briefly wondered if this was fate… or if it was merely vengeance. “What an ugly sight… such vulgar flames shouldn’t be of your interest, Noah.” Nemesis, the Justice Arcana and a sister from the orphanage he grew, spoke with cold indifference. He knew her enough to not be surprised at this. They both wore their best attires, Noah’s was a bit roughed up, while Nemesis, like always, just seemed gloomy and dark. “He is, however, the one destined to bring the world I desire to see.” He made a clicking noise, suddenly remembering about the Fool’s last spell. “Still… for him to have dragon blood…” He shook himself. Plans would need to be made and he would need to make sure that Kay Rosebury would not be his enemy, but for now… he would need to proceed on his actions. He needed to form an alliance with the emperor in front of him. Their eyes met, one carrying

He woke up with a grimace. Eyeing his surrounds, he quickly calmed himself. The dream, if he could call it that, was so real that gave him chills, yet it couldn’t be anything more than that…At least, that was what he kept repeating to himself. For someone like him, who vowed to never be powerless again, having someone who could so easily enter his mind was terrifying. Even more so if he could control his dreams like that…“No… a dream! That’s all it is!” He stood up, his body aching and his legs trembling. Idly, he wondered if he was as tired as he seemed. Running a hand through his hair, he tested his feet, a grim smile plastering itself on his face. This will take it’s toll… specially on my plans for the next few days…As infuriating as it was, he had to meet his mother again. Not only he craved to see her face when she figures how her entire lineage was on his hands, he also had to discuss how they now served him.It was only normal, after all.No matter what his dreams said about