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Intro. I was born into a world where magic is not a miracle, but a foundation of power. The sky was always covered with a layer of gray mist, and the black stone fortifications stood up as if they were weighing down on the ground. Here, every child at birth is examined and engraved on the back of the neck a Magic Blood Seal — a mark that represents the purity of the blood and the ability to fuse with ancient magic power. The Blood Seal not only speaks of strength, but also determines the identity. Society is divided into many clear levels. The Upper Blood holds ancient secret arts and is almost outlawed. Below them were the High Blood Clans—powerful magician clans that controlled the academy and the army. Zhong Blood was qualified to become a full-fledged magician, serving the upper class. Xia Blood possessed weak magic power, and was only assigned lowly roles. And finally, there are the Infinite Seals—those who barely feel the magic power, who are considered the faults of the world. I belonged to the lower class, only slightly higher than Wu Yin—or at least that's what others thought when they looked at Huye

Lucien Morvane

@Quang Hưng Nguyễn