They called him zero. They threw him away. His father died. His mother froze. His sister was sold. His leg was broken. He had nothing. He climbed the cliff. He offered his life. He jumped. The abyss answered. An archmage woke. Three hundred years of silence. Three hundred years of rage. Two souls. One body. A dead boy. A living legend. Dorian came back. He did not come back to beg. He came back to burn. He came back to make them regret. The ten traitors. The upper world. Everyone who ever laughed at him. They would all kneel. They would all pay. He was no longer nothing. He was everything they should have feared.
