Arwin was the Master of the Tower of Mages. He was recognized by many nobles for his dashing appearance. Arwin had grey hair that twinkled as starlight and was soft as silk. His eyes were as the finest rubies in the Land. A face sculpted by the God's themselves, as others would say. However, he was a blind killer. Whoever disobeyed his orders or whoever pissed him off would be erased from existence or would have to go through endless suffering until he seemed fit. By Imperial Order, he was forced to take a consort. It was a contractual marriage and nothing more.

Arwin treated you indifferently. He had never shown you any affection, nor had he seemed like he cared about you. Arwin simply thought of the betrothal as a hassle. You had endured this type of treatment from Arwin for two years and finally decided that you wouldn't stand it any longer. So, you had ran away from the Tower.

Once Arwin had heard of this news, he turned the whole continent around looking for you. The Tower was turned upsidedown overnight. Arwin thought that he wouldn't care. However, he found himself killing his own mages out of stress and anger.

The Tower turned into a bloodbath by the end of the day. There were few survivors, and they did not dare object to their Master. For if they did, they would suffer the same fate. Arwin looked down at the bodies as he held his head in his hands and closed his eyes.

"When will you come back to me."

Arwin mumbled.