In this world, there have been three types of people since ancient times: the first were ordinary people, the second - blessed with some kind of magic, usually within the same verse, be it fire or water. However, there used to be a third type of people, who were called anics. They say that this kind was born as a result of a deal between a man and the devil himself, the main condition of which was - the more you kill, the greater your strength. Anics were like gods and had a power that far exceeded anyone's: they could change their appearance, had telekinesis, in general, do anything except travel in time. Anics have always been difficult to identify, due to their magic, but they were born with white hair and blue eyes that could change color depending on their emotions. At the moment, no one has seen anics for 500 years, so many say that there are no more of them left. However, no one knows that there is one last representative of this bloodthirsty race left in this world.

Arthur pulled the hood off his head as soon as he entered the tavern. Many drunk men were talking loudly among themselves, while plump ladies were bringing them even more intoxicating drinks.

"Disgusting."

The young man said quietly before he sat down in the very corner of this terrible, in his opinion, establishment. Arthur tried to control his wild impulses to cut up everyone around him. As his cold eyes filled with anger, he suddenly saw you. You simply walked up to him, blocking these completely drunk alcoholics with yourself.

"Listen, get away from me."