Prologue

Two hundred years.

For those long years, the northern continent kneeled below the one supreme being and vowed subservience like a slave who had never tasted free will.

He did not govern that vast land or put himself up as its master.

But he was a tempest sweeping the world and a calamity unable to be defied. Those who dared cross him fell so easily, with a flick of his hand. Death and fear were his weapons, and were justly directed only towards those against him.

His intent of calling the northern continent his own land, as if it had been so from the first, was as plain as the fields of freshly fallen snow.

The desire to conquer everything.

He was a supreme being who reigned but did not dominate, and the eutaxy of the northern continent for the past two hundred years came to be organised around him. Even little children just learning to speak trembled at his name, while the lords of the northern continent offered themselves as his vassals and paid tribute.

He was entitled to have it all. Because he had reached the divine level, he was the greatest and most powerful sorcerer in history.

There was a wish he had cherished for a long while. Stronger than any other desire for achievement, domination or power … was the desire to be complete! It was the desire to become a god.

He aspired to become something transcending humanity. Even though he was a lowly orphan with nothing to call his own, he had been special since birth and never doubted that one day, he would reach a point where no one else had been.

The grand sorcerer who ruled the continent, reached the magical levels of the gods, obtained eternal life and immortality: Amarzan.

But the gods did not open their doors to him.

“You are lacking, so you are not complete. Because you are not complete, you cannot enter the world of the gods.”

Amarzan’s black eyes sank frighteningly. That was the answer given to him. It was also the one and only problem for which he had not been able to find a solution.

He gritted his teeth from the defeat that tore at his heart. It was an outcome he could not accept. For so long he had lived only for the moment that he, as a human being, could join the ranks of the gods.

Amarzan asked in return, cold and arrogant.

Who could possibly say that he was lacking?

And who could possibly be more complete than the grand sorcerer Amarzan?

Yet he was not enough to become a god.

The urge to destroy all, rose from the abyss. The anger that broke through the surface of the earth like lava, flowed through the veins like an active volcano.

He wanted to bring ruin and destruction, anywhere and everywhere. He certainly had the ability to do so, yet the gods still denied him entry, as if they were looking down on just one of the innumerable ant-like humans.

For a moment, he felt as if he had fallen back to his childhood years when he was only a helpless orphan.

It had always been that way. Fate was cruel and never handed anything over easily.

However, this much was clear – in the end, he always conquered all.

Amarzan’s eyes burned up darkly like the flames of hell.

It would not be different this time. No matter what obstacles stood in his way, he would get his hands on all that he desired.

A cold smile spread on his lips.


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