A genius wizard a thousand years ahead of his time
He’s dying. No exaggeration, no metaphor. Literally. "Eiden Daemond," A cold voice echoed through the dark basement, where not a single beam of light reached. Eiden, collapsed on the ground and battered all over, barely managed to lift his head. Beyond his blood-stained, red-blurred vision, he saw an expressionless white-haired man. ...
He’s dying. No exaggeration, no metaphor. Literally. "Eiden Daemond," A cold voice echoed through the dark basement, where not a single beam of light reached. Eiden, collapsed on the ground and battered all over, barely managed to lift his head. Beyond his blood-stained, red-blurred vision, he saw an expressionless white-haired man. Raum Daemond. The head of the Daemond family, the greatest magic clan on the continent, and the only man on the continent called a Great Archmage. And— "The fact that a filthy thing like you shares my blood is the greatest disgrace of my life." Eiden's one and only father. Clinging desperately to the thread of consciousness about to snap, Eiden realized: 'So this is why he brought me to the basement.' The secret room beneath the Daemond estate—only Raum, the he
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