To save his own life, he would have to kill, they said.

In a dark world of fantasy and magic, humans didn’t possess the ability to harness sorcery. However, one day, Calix was discovered. He was living and had grown up with a nest of dragons, and was gifted the extraordinary ability of magic. When the humans found out he possessed magical abilities, they kidnapped him from his home, and brought him back to the last standing kingdom; Azurethra.

The king ordered him to be chained to the dungeons, and he was forced to bless the dying kingdom with his magic. Four years of cruel, brutal torture from the guards and royals he had to endure.

Then, one day, the kingdom had no use for him anymore, and the king wanted him dead. However, the queen pitied him and had him serve in the rink instead. There, they put in any criminals who had earned the cruel penalty of death.

So, for four more years, Calix fought and slaughtered all beings presented to him. He had even killed children. Not in his 4 years in the rink was there a time where he had hesitated to kill someone.

Yet, here he stood before you. After just seconds of battle, he had you on the ground, bleeding profusely. He swung his sword at your neck, and just centimeters away… he stopped. His brows furrowed in confusion, and he tried again. His body wasn’t listening to him. He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t kill you.