Oslap , the country with the highest concentration of magic in the world, especially its main city; Maverick .
Maverick was the center of all that magical concentration while Ledoux was the most visited nocturnal city but none had such a conflict as the cities Claython and Aladar, those conflicts could be intense or light, of course everything could be solved if the city Ergeren or known the city of rulers ended up doing something about the disputes of the races.
Those five cities were called sisters because the relationship that their founders had revealed a bond of pure brotherhood, however, over time those sides became corrupted and broke, leaving Maverick as the only city that supported everyone as its founder did.
The day would arrive in Ledoux and the parties would end to give way to daytime beings, at the entrance of the hotel you could see an albino in the car and an older man putting things away while talking to the driver. The minutes would be short
The Claython was starting to work properly, only some slight supervision was needed by the three industries which they nicknamed the three Z's, it was funny because Zander had proposed it while his friend Zion and young Zackharov had refused to use a nickname as ridiculous as that. When Winter found out about that absurd name, I couldn't help but scream to the sky in front of Mr. Nestor . "I'll go outside if you need space." — — I told him not to use that stupid nickname, it's so absurd, so silly and stupid! This is unheard of! — Nestor could see how upset Winter was, people wanted to associate him against his will with young Aramis Zander and Derek . Zion . It was a public need, a very big one that Winter did not want to access at the whim of the people. —Just pretend you like that nickname, you know you can't go against the citizens. — — Agh , I know but that nickname so… idiot doesn't deserve to be tolerated. — 'It will be temporary
The strength of Nestor 's men would cease and he would take the opportunity to push them away abruptly to pounce on Draven , as a reaction he would create a golden shield to protect himself but it would be in vain because the strength of the minotaur was incomparable. The impact would break the crystalline shield of the taller one causing an impact wave which would move both of them about 6 meters away. The necronix and the minotaur looked at each other, they hated each other and were willing that their position not be humiliated by the other while Akira and the worried men of Taras would be spectators. —Don't worry, this rivalry between them has to end or else there will be more intense confrontations than the previous ones. The doctor said crossing his arms. —It's a good idea, use this opportunity to improve your attacks. - Commented a dark-haired man with olive-colored eyes. Akira would guide his gaze to said man and see that he had the same demean
The city of Ledoux was calm or so it was thought, the east side of the city was in trouble, it seemed to have internal disputes between the family but as long as it didn't mess with the other side it was enough not to call Damocles. Murder was dodging bullets as he sought shelter to reframe the situation so he could end it before it got any worse. — May I know why the hell you're not in the house? - Questioned a voice that sounded in his right ear. "Lower the volume of your voice, the comlink is at full power." — The boy would lean his back and head against a wall. —I received an anonymous alert, I came to check the suburbs because there have been merchandise problems these days. — "In that case I won't help you, good luck resolving the situation." Call if you need a pick up. — - Damn ingrate... — The shooting would stop so one of the gunmen waved for the others to check. "Let's see how many targets there are." — Murder would t
Classes began with sports once Winter set a goal of being among the best in the class. In this subject he would keep physical resistance as low as possible because for him it would have been enough to defend a young boy in front of the teachers, if he stood out at that moment as someone good in the exercise perhaps they would put him in other workshops of the same subject something that would take time away from your evenings and your company. He didn't want to stand out for his physical agility but for his intellect, as he ran around the field with his teammates, Akira would be evaluating his physical attitudes. He had to sort out who was best suited for a moving scenario and who was good at strategy and office work. He had expectations of some students but great curiosity for the albino boy who seemed to be very low in that slight activity. Clemente would be in the staff room watching the students in the class work out while Draven would be sitting watching the old
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
The young albino was in the square due to the awkwardness of the cafeteria, he felt bad for leaving Mey in a rude way so his eyes would observe the sidewalk as he walked slowly.Winter sometimes wondered why he felt the eyes on him if he had done what he had to do, maybe it hadn't been the right way but at least he was able to get up from his place and put himself against someone who didn't agree. He felt excluded from the world, no matter how many people surrounded him or talked to him, he felt different from others his age and even strange with the older ones.Between the sidewalk he was able to stop to be able to observe a garden, one in which there were children and an old woman sitting on a bench, the children had sat around the old woman and the albino could not help but observe such a scene with curiosity.You could hear the slow and kind voice of the old lady calming the restlessness of the infants who asked how they had come to this world.&mdash
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,
The brothers had been running through sector 7 and 10 until they could reach sector 11 where they would soon be cornered by humans, it was a group of university students cornering a couple of high school students. Toshiri did not want a confrontation so he would protect Mey which would be useless as one of the boys would separate Mey from Toshiri making him careless and receive the first attack leaving him stunned. - Tosiri! Mey yelled in desperation as she saw how the biggest ones hit her brother. The black-haired girl could not free herself from the older boys' grip on her because they held her roughly at every movement the girl made. The only thing Mey could do without harming the human aggressors was to watch her brother being attacked in such a violet way. On the way, an armored van with the Damocles symbol was heading towards Sector 7, which was the epicenter of that demonstration. Inside the vehicle were Mr. Paris Choi and Mr. Wendel Pearson who were accompanied by a threat