The prologue is absolutely not nesscery but it helps you understand where the main Characters power's come from :
7899th Year After Creation on the Planet of Tofrath
Grimore Tower, also known as the Tower of Grimores, houses all types of grimoires from around the world, ranging from level 1 to level 5. It is located within the magic castle of Klalo.
Grimoires are magical books that enable humans and other species to use magic. These grimoires come in different types and forms, and a person's potential can often be determined by the type of grimoires they possess. According to legend, those with a level 5 grimoire have the potential to become a god.
The Grimore Tower is situated in the Empire of Klalo, a realm also known as the magic empire, where only the strongest hold titles. From royal families to the king himself, everyone must prove their strength before assuming a position of power. To ensure the empire continues its legacy, leaders train the young and push their minds to seek strength above all else.
Every sixteen-year-old in the empire must register their names at the magic castle and enter the Grimore Tower to be chosen by a grimoire. If a person is not chosen, it simply means that they lack the talent or aptitude for magic.
After registration, all the sixteen-year-olds gathered in front of the magic castle, lining up to await the emperor's speech. The magic castle towers at 100 feet and is located in the central city of Klalo. Its features are intricately carved and beautifully designed.
The castle stands tall and proud on a rocky hill, its thick stone walls weathered by time. Four round towers guard each corner, their pointed roofs covered in dark slate. A wooden drawbridge spans a deep moat, leading to a heavy iron gate. Narrow windows dot the walls like watchful eyes, and flags flutter from the highest tower. Strong and silent, this fortress is built to withstand the test of time, a symbol of both power and history.
As the crowd of sixteen-year-olds gathered before the towering magic castle, their eyes were fixed on the wide balcony above the gate. The heavy iron doors creaked open, and the Emperor stepped out.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, commanding attention even in silence. A long crimson cloak flowed behind him, trimmed in gold and caught in the breeze. His armor gleamed in the sunlight—polished steel etched with the crest of his empire, a lion wrapped around a sword. At his side hung a great sword, its hilt worn from use rather than for show.
His face was strong and weathered, with sharp eyes akin to storm-dark steel. A scar traced the edge of his jaw—a mark of battles fought and won. As he stepped forward, the murmurs of the crowd fell into silence. The emperor rested one hand on his sword, and when he spoke, his voice rang clear and firm, like the blade he carried.
"Young citizens of the Klalo Empire, today I stand here with the dream of building a new magic empire, with the fire of hope and passion burning within me, but my heart is heavy."
The emperor walked into the crowd and continued his speech, "My dreams of a powerful magic empire seem to be slipping away. Rise and shine, future leaders of this upcoming imperial magic empire! I, Emperor Ragnar Osmot, the emperor and ruler of the Klalo Empire, put myself before you in this moment to shed light into your very consciousness by piercing the dark clouds that circle above you."
He then paused, drawing out his sword and pointing it to the sky. "I am here today to herald a monumental change in the course of history. Whoever becomes strong enough with their grimoire shall become the new emperor of the Klalo continent."
"Just as our ancestors did, I shall perform this ritual and open the ceremony by displaying my magic."
With measured steps, he walked outside the crowd's confines, all eyes focused on him and the magic he was about to perform with his sword.
He assumed a steady combat stance, his eyes glinting like the crimson moon. The wind began to swirl around him, gathering into spiraling currents invisible to the crowd's gaze.
He began to chant in an ancient tongue, his deep voice low and resilient. "Senjou; spikes of heaven." A golden aura enveloped him from head to toe as he swept his sword upward toward the sky.
Zoom.
The clouds parted in two.
"Is that a magic swordsman?"
"What a powerful strike!"
"Is this what magicians are capable of?"
"He didn't even use his grimoire."
"Silence!" a royal guard, fully clad in silver armor, yelled at the audience for their impudence.
The Emperor turned back to the crowd and declared, "This is merely one percent of what I, the strongest man in Klalo, am capable of."
"What? Only one percent?" the crowd exclaimed, cutting off the emperor.
The emperor raised his fist, and silence fell over the crowd.
"Those of you who wish to become nobles must be at least half as strong as I am. And those who aspire to bear the title of Magic Emperor must challenge and win against me in a one-on-one duel."
A young man shouted with fervor, "All hail the Emperor!"
The crowd responded enthusiastically.
" All hail the Emperor"
""Let the ceremony begin."
The sixteen-year-olds lined up in a single file and entered the magic castle to reach the Grimoire Tower, which stood next to the Magic Tower.
Soon, the Grimoire Tower was filled with people.
An elderly man in white robes floated in the air. His long beard and hair gave him a wise appearance, and his face was wrinkled, yet he was only the second strongest in the tower.
Inside the Grimoire Tower, ancient-looking books filled the towering bookshelves.
"Everyone, look up there! It's the Master of the Tower," someone called out.
"People say he has been alive since creation," another added.
"Yes, that's true; it's what my mother told me," a third voice chimed in.
A royal guard entered the hall. His broad shoulders and silver armor covered him from head to toe.
"Please remain silent, young ones. The Tower Master is about to speak," the guard declared, gesturing toward the Master above.
"I welcome you all to the Grimoire Tower. To keep things simple, one person will step forward to stand on the empty altar. If a grimoire does not choose you within three minutes, it means your magical aptitude is low, and you are therefore not qualified to become a magician or a magic swordsman."
"Please step forward, young one," the Tower Master said, pointing at a boy standing in front of him.
The boy was nervous; his legs trembled, but with determination, he made his way to the altar.
A red, ancient book surrounded by ethereal energy flew directly to him.
"Hmm, you have great potential. Your grimoire is a level 3 grimoire," the old man said, stroking his beard while sitting in a lotus position in the air.
"Did you see that?"
"That's a level three! He has the potential to become a noble."
"Amazing!"
While the crowd continued to murmur, a young girl stepped forward to the altar.
As soon as she stood on the altar, the books began to tremble as if an earthquake were taking place.
Ancient grimoires from levels 4 to 1 fell on her, completely covering her.
"Wow," everyone, including the Tower Master, gasped in shock.
But one book did not shake or fall from its shelf. It was white, with nothing written on it, known as the Wishing Grimoire.
This grimoire was said to grant four wishes to whoever it chose, and after 100 years, if the user was still alive, it would grant another four wishes. However, if the user died, the grimoire would return to the magic tower. If the grimoire had not chosen anyone, no one else could lift it from the ground—it was that special.
"Young girl, since all the grimoires have chosen you, which one will you pick? You can't leave the tower with all 700,090 grimoires," the Tower Master said as he descended to stand before her.
"I wan—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the Wishing Grimoire began to glow with a white, ethereal, and divine energy.
"Everyone, look! The Wishing Grimoire is shining!" someone exclaimed.
"How is that possible?"
"If she gets that grimoire, she will immediately become the strongest magician in Klalo!"
The crowd's excitement intensified.
The white grimoire floated to the center of the tower and then vanished into thin air.
Everyone was stunned, including the Tower Master. This had never happened in his thousands of years as the Tower Master.
"Old sir, why did the level 5 grimoire disappear?" the young girl asked, her face filled with disbelief.
"I don't know. Please focus on finding a grimoire for now; I will investigate this later," the Tower Master replied.