Not yet a wizard, but no longer an ordinary human. The first step towards power and mastering magical flows has been taken.

Once, he snuck into a besieged fortress and poisoned the well, leading to the capture of Wardlow Fortress without a fight.

Blightwood is teeming with these creatures, the size of a cow. However, they are not hastily exterminated, as ropes mad...

Only the gods know what magic keeps these old bones together and shooting so accurately with a bow.

If you ever wonder 'Why burn corpses?' - I suggest you look into his kind eyes.

In the world of the undead, such as he might be called doctors. After all, they too bring back to life. Well, almost.

In the empty eye sockets of this creature, one can see the experience of dozens of generations. Though not everyone mana...

A small and weak body does not hinder the valor of the greatest knight and the madness of the greatest scientist from intertwining.