Darkness surrounded everything.
Reh felt as if his body was floating endlessly in an empty void.
There was no pain… no sound… only silence.
Then suddenly—
"Anhh…!"
Air rushed into his lungs.
A bright light pierced his eyes.
"Congratulations, my lady. The child has been born safely."
A gentle voice echoed nearby.
"How adorable… such a beautiful child," a woman said lovingly.
Horobi Enma was born into a world completely unknown to Reh's memories.
A world where "magic ruled everything".
Strength determined status.
Magic determined destiny.
And Horobi… had been reborn into one of the most powerful demon noble families — the "Enma Clan".
A wealthy and influential lineage feared across the demon continent.
---
Years passed quietly.
Unlike other noble children, Horobi rarely played outside.
Most of his time was spent inside his room, silently reading books about magic, history, and combat theory.
Every evening, however, his peaceful routine changed.
Training began.
"Again, Young Master," his magic instructor said firmly.
The teacher, *Haki*, bowed slightly while maintaining a strict expression.
Horobi, now ten years old, sighed in frustration.
"I'm trying… but Creation Magic is really difficult for me."
A faint flame appeared above his palm—then instantly disappeared.
Haki shook his head.
"If you cannot control it, Young Master, how will you pass the Demon Academy entrance examination?"
In this world, magic functioned in two primary ways.
First — "Elemental Magic".
Every individual was born with a natural element.
From childhood, they possessed instinctive control over it and gradually mastered its power.
Second — "Learned Magic".
Other elements or techniques could be studied later in life, though mastering more than two types was extremely rare.
Magic shaped freely according to imagination and need was known as "Creation Magic".
And unfortunately…
Horobi showed almost no talent in it.
Ironically, while his magic control was poor—
his physical combat skills were extraordinary.
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"One final test today," Haki announced.
"We will conduct your official magic assessment."
Soon after, Horobi was summoned by his father.
Chem Enma — head of the Enma Clan — stood waiting inside a massive underground laboratory filled with court magicians.
"My Lord, the Young Master is ready," one mage reported.
Chem nodded.
"Begin the evaluation."
Magical circles activated beneath Horobi's feet.
Energy surged through the chamber.
Moments later, the results appeared in glowing letters.
"Fire Magic — Rank B"
"Type — Unknown"
Silence filled the room.
Chem's expression stiffened.
"Rank… B?"
Members of the Enma Clan usually produced heirs ranked between **A and B**, yet Chem had expected more from his own son.
But what troubled him most was something else.
"Unknown type…?"
Normally, such classifications fell under Creation-type magic.
Yet Horobi's control level suggested otherwise.
Was it a higher evolution…
or a flawed power?
After a moment, Chem sighed and turned away.
"…Very well."
Then he spoke calmly,
"Horobi. Next week, you will depart for the Demon Academy."
"A personal maid will accompany you."
Horobi bowed respectfully.
"Yes, Father."
But deep inside—
a strange warmth flickered within his chest.
Something sleeping.
Something dangerous.
Something…
waiting to awaken.