He ran through the streets in direction of the market going left, right, left, right, over a barrel narrowly missing passersby as they shouted for him to watch out. The city around him was bustling with activity. Merchants selling their goods, slave merchants selling young men and older looking women, adventurers bragging on the new recent loot they had just acquired, miners walking around hefting their giant pickaxes. Some adventurers were showing off their skills, one was making a fireball with his hand while another one was using wind to fly around almost blowing him off course of his objective when the adventurer’s wind hit him.

This was Chillside, a small city with an adventuring guild, broffles, taverns, mines, houses, markets. All more colorful than the last, except the mines, all painted in bright red hiding the brick walls, some green others with plants protruding from the ground and fused with the home. This city was on the outskirts of the kingdom, part of the third district and was on the edge of the world. Beyond Chillside was the abyss a hole all around the kingdom, no adventure has ever managed to come back from the infinite void that was the abyss, and to the other side was the capital in the middle of the plateau and the second district was surrounding the capital. The current year was 421 P.B. (plateau’s beginning).

As he ran to the stall with the big red dragon for a sign, he noticed knights of the high. Knights of the high were knights in clad heavy white armor with halo like crest holders and an assortment of heavy weapons, spears, maces, longswords. All knights came from higher up and none were from small villages like Chillside. Some were aristocrats' others, nobles. Their features hidden under their white helmet resembling a howling wolf. All knights of the high had awakened legions. That was strange the king’s men never came here. He also noticed some other guards with iron armor and such also looking around, why where there so many guards? Some looked weary while others looked around greedily.

He finally arrived at the stand where a middle-aged man with bright red hair, neatly shaved man with a pale skin and a long body was talking to a woman who was maybe half his age.

* BRUCE! He said out of breath and heaving, DO YOU HAVE IT?

* Excuse me m-lady I need to go to this twerp. Bruce said with a tired chuckle.

As he turned to him, Luce noticed heavy bags under his eyes, he must've been drinking again. He and Bruce and known each other for years, he had been luce’s protector when other kids were bullying him he was older than Luce with about four more years in his pocket.

* Yes, Luce I have it, but you have the money, right? he asked with a raised eyebrow.

* "Yeah, wait let me grab it, he searched his pocket and found the small silver coins. Here thirty shires.

* Thanks mate, here you go.

He reached under the counter and handed him a small brown package neatly packed clearly made for the aristocrats.

* Thanks Bruce, you’re a legend! he shouted; it gave him a few stares.

* Yeah, don’t sweat it, just be careful its fragile as hell so yeah watch out.

As he turned to face in front of him, he noticed too late that he was running into a knight of the high. Luce's head clanged against the heavy armor, and almost got impaled by the spear.

* Watch where you’re going you little sh...! the knight he ran into said before he got cut off by his friend.

* Calm down man you’ll get him just have patience.

What? A chill ran down Luce's spine but fled the scene not wanting to attract more attention. As he ran back to his home the words of the second knight remained in Luce's head: you'll get him just have patience. What did he mean by that?

It didn’t matter yet because the wandering wizard was in town and was going to see if he had an Un awakened legion inside of him.

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He reached his house and noticed a pair of shoes that weren’t his. They were brown typical of a mage with small blue ribbon on the left show.

The witch was here. He walked slowly towards his small living room, hearing a singular voice he walked in casually and Luce's eyes rested on an elderly witch, with a bright blue coat and a white dress that went well with her sky-blue head band, enjoying a floating cup of tea. She obviously had telekinesis. Her hair was gray and platinum white, her eyes were deep sea blue easy to get lost into, but her older age made her beautiful for single men who were probably ten years older than him. her lips were soft pink that complimented her round head well. She was wearing robes made of light purple and blue.

* Luce, she said in a soft voice smooth like honey, sit down I have a few things for you.

He took the package he had in his hand still neatly wrapped and put it on the small coffee table and looked at her.

* So, you know what a legion is? She asked.

* I’m pretty sure I got the gist of it. He responded.

* Well, what do you know?

* So basically, legions are powers you can or cannot awaken, some people have them while others don’t. Legions are most of the time put in… uh… three categories?

* Four, she corrected with a smile.

* Haha yeah that’s it. So, its divided into four categories which are:

* Fighter

* Mage

* Healer

* Noble

And so, with these different classes come specifications like ice mage and shielder. Did I miss anything? He asked.

* No that’s about it. her smile unwavering.

* And now what happens?

* Ok so I want you to undress.

* PFFFFFF what? He said not, sure if he heard right. What do you mean? I've barely sat down.

* I said undress if you have clothes on during the legion check they will fuse with your body. She said matter-of-factly.

* So, you want me to right now?

* Yes, now swallow your pride and undress I've seen men more attractive than you so don’t worry.

* How is that supposed to reassure me? It’s just hurtful. he said with a grimace.

When he finished taking off his underwear the witch spoke again:

* Now go to the middle of the room. she instructed.

He trudged along his hand keeping his nether region hidden and went where she had told him to go. When he settled in the middle. The witch started tracing long complicated symbols in the air. He watched as she drew circles on squares coalescing into one massive pentagram filled with energy and light. Slowly, a beam of light protruded from Luce's chest and went towards the circle.

The light was cold and black but still emitted light. When it touched the circle, it became blood red and went back towards his chest. When the little light made contact with his skin Luce’s eyes lit up and beams of energy poured out, bright but harmless, light also came out of his mouth blinding the witch. His body started floating his chest up to the sky, he felt as if his heart was being ripped straight out of his chest and for a moment, he just floated there, bright red light still coming out of his mouth and eyes.

Then scarlet goo started pouring out of Luce’s pores evaporating into black, mist before hitting the ground. And as quickly as it happened it stopped. He fell to the ground wheezing and coughing; he hadn’t gone under a transformation he had been shredded to pieces and reconstructed with glue. He thought.

His vision still blurry, with his brain still ringing and his heart pounding he heard the witch speak.

* Ooh that’s a new one. Wizard said with surprise.

* What is it? Bleeding or dying on command? Or if I'm lucky I'll be able to shoot light beams out of my... he started but got interrupted.

* She said. That’s all the info I have but I'm guessing it has something to do with power and rage.

Suddenly a bright blue screen appeared in front of his eyes.

Legion awakened:

Berserk

Powers awakened:

Doom hand (your next strike will be ten times stronger than usual.) Cooldown: none. Mana usage: 15.

Rage (the angrier you are the more your enemies will fear you and your strength will grow.) Cooldown: none. Mana usage: 0.

Mana unlocked:

You currently have 100 mana the growth of your mana will grow at the same pace as your berserk legion.