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A child has been born without the portal through which magic flows. In an empire like Sinterobe, where sorcery is the only way of life, survival may be futile.

Chapter 1

Sinterians

In a place far away, known by the name Sinterobe, the state of
normality is to be born as beings of necromancy. Some of the more
powerful beings of Sorcery proved their dominance to those who fell
short of their sorcery strength by way of a portal, in which the gift of
necromancy passes through—the portal of Kai.

Those who are of lesser power suffer the consequences of what their
fate handed to them.

“This has not happened before,” Ino said as he addressed the citizens
of Sinterobe. “If we let it stay, then it shall surely repeat itself. Let us
rid ourselves of these vermin.”

The first-degree necromancer referred to the current matter that has
presented Sinterians with another opportunity to see who is the most
powerful amongst them: a child has been born without the portal of
Kai. “Two things ascertain one’s failure in Sinterobe: being born with
a broken Kai or eventually getting a broken Kai. Until now, there has
not been a recorded incident of a child born without the portal.”

As a master of manipulating fire, water, and a highly learned authority
in the craft of wizardry, Ino was powerful enough to turn Sinterobe
into dust if unchecked. Ino is a highly respected member, and wellknown for his work at the empire’s University of Magmaveth.

“Let us keep the vermin talk to a mute. The child is protected until this
matter is settled appropriately,” Bantuli replied as he got up. The
room, called the Sinter room, was magically large enough to fit all of
Sinterobe. As this was an event that has not happened before, almost
every Sinterian citizen was present.

Bantuli has the gift of immortality. He was not the only one in
Sinterobe gifted with living forever. However, the only one in which a
cup of water from his hand, willingly and purposefully given, is
capable of keeping anyone alive for decades at a time. That is to say,
Bantuli was a significant member of society, one that Ino was forced
to respect if he wanted to stay alive.

“You think your friend’s mediocre spell can stop my rage from
consuming that entity if I so will it!?” Ino said angrily. Ino’s slim,
rough-looking but sophisticated appearance, together with his Kai’s
strength, commanded fear and respect from most Sinterians. Rastabald
and Bantuli were among the few exceptions.
“Watch your tongue, boy, or has your mind let you forget what
happened the last time you tried to challenge me?” Bantuli
commanded. “You will eventually need my help to stay alive.” Bantuli
reminded Ino of his mortal soul and why his words, and world,
superseded him.
“If I ask and you don’t give, I will turn you and Sinterobe into ashes!”
Ino yelled.

Spells were cast from every corner of the empire by the many citizens
of Sinterobe towards Ino to show their disgust at his threat to the
empire’s dearest “treasure.” Spells with minimal damage were legal to
cast without the need for official declaration. It was considered to be
crucially important for the self-defense of Sinterobe. Ino braced it all
and sent some back. All through the altercation, Bantuli was protected
by everyone else.

“Enough!” Rastabald ordered, his voice booming to the far reaches of
the massive room.
All of Sinterobe had mastered spells to hear and answer the call of the
one with the gift of manipulating the time of anyone she is emotionally
vested in.
“Unless you want to make me angry,” Rastabald continued, “you will
be quiet and do what Bantuli tells you.”
Rastabald is, undoubtedly, one of the most powerful in Sinterobe. The
respect that came with being the sister to Maveth, the royal queen of
Sinterobe, was enough to fear the blonde master necromancer.
Unfortunately, Rastabald was mortal. She became one of the many
who Bantuli needed to stay alive.

“Of course!” Ino replied fast and loud. “I am not surprised at your
support for him this time. The word out is you put the child in her after
she utterly refused sexual advances from you.” Ino’s words, although
they held no magic in them, were powerful enough to make the room,
full with chatterboxes, feel empty from the silence that followed his
comment.

“It is no secret that Bettllin is a woman that I have shown affection for
over the years,” Rastabald spoke, as she walked towards Ino who
stood his ground. “But as you are personally well aware of what I am
capable of, you know that I cannot conjure up a child. Especially one
without a Kai! So, I suggest you seal your mouth or I will not be as
merciful this time around.”

“I do not have a problem officially delivering another canister of pain
to your wounded ego,” Rastabald continued, as the suns of Sinterobe
darkened.

The first sound of panic was witnessed when a Sinterian rushed out of
the room.

“Oh, old friend,” Ino replied, as the two powerful lords watched each
other carefully. “I have truly learnt my lesson.”

Ino did the unexpected and walked out of the room without causing
any further trouble. His somewhat mature action came as a surprise as
he was the ‘always aggressive Ino.’
“Thank you, Rastabald,” Bantuli said. “The child will live.”

Bantuli, more than Rastabald, had proven once more that he was still
in charge.

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“A child born without magical powers but, more importantly, born
without a way to collect magic. One born without the portal of Kai is
set to be doomed in a place where every breath drawn reeks of
sorcery.” It was almost all Sinterians’ opinion that the child ‘saved’ by
Bantuli was far from safe in Sinterobe.

“There may be a force to be reckoned with in the child,” Egre
concluded, as he spoke to Rastabald.

“I do not see how that may be,” Rastabald replied, continuing as she
walked towards Egre. “He was born without a portal. Two things
almost secure one’s failure in Sinterobe: being born with a broken Kai
or eventually getting a broken Kai.”

Egre could not help himself as he always caught himself staring at
Rastabald’s body, especially now as she walked while she spoke. She
was in her typical outfit of long, slim-fitted trousers and a jacket atop a
tight shirt that sat wonderfully with her tasteful curves.

“I cannot get enough of your wonderful natural gifts,” Egre said,
smiling. The two were alone in Rastabald’s bedroom.
“Now is not the time,” Rastabald said. “I did not hire you for your
good looks alone.”

“Yes, Master Rasta,” Egre the transporter said playfully. “But the
vessel, himself, is a form of energy; one that can be easily transferred
as he has no Kai.”

“What are you saying?” Rastabald asked, to be sure her thoughts
matched with his.

Egre was a twelfth-level wizard teleporter, the lowest level of wizardry
in Sinterobe. He was able to transport himself, or another entity, five
times in one year. However, Egre made up for his lack of major
necromancy with the study and effective mastery of spells that were
powerful enough to cause major significance. In terms of his brilliant
mind, only a few of Sinterobe’s finest were on the same wavelength
with him even though he is only of average height and build.

In a quest to survive, Egre offered his services to any high-level
magician that wanted to understand or know how to use an ‘almost
impossible’ enchantment. His handsome and masculine features
always helped him in the quest for survival. Egre always attributed his
dark complexion to ‘basking in the suns of Sinterobe.’

Rastabald, the first-degree necromancer of time, offered Egre
protection in exchange for teaching her his brilliant ways of studying
the most difficult of spells to her exclusively. She enjoyed the fact that
most of the spells were too powerful for Egre himself to use in their
physical form.

“You could use the child for your quest of immortality, Rasta,” Egre
said. He watched as Rastabald’s slender body brightened in fiery
ambition. Her face glowed at the thought of having an immortal soul.
“You will, once again, be the architect of your youthful looks and
strength.”

“I love your incredible mind,” Rastabald said as she placed Egre in a
trance spell of pure ecstasy. She combined all the past times he had felt
joy and made him feel it again. But this time, all at once. As Rastabald
slowly began to undress, the ordinarily gentle loner savagely tore off
his clothing to rush towards his lustful desire.

“Not so fast,” Rastabald said, smiling as she slowed down time enough
to stop Egre’s motion.

She sensually undressed herself. Egre, who was still in a trance,
enjoyed the pleasurably painful sight. He watched Rastabald slowly
uncover her perfectly shaped bosoms. Then, to Egre’s pre-orgasmic
surprise, the master necromancer had quickened time enough to be
completely bare.

Egre’s body could not help but quiver as Rastabald used her magic to
walk towards him in slow motion. As he could not move, Rastabald
magically enhanced her strength to slam him flat on her vibrating
carpet.

“Ahh,” Egre said, pleasurably smiling.
Rastabald laid her curvaceous body atop Egre’s protrusion while her
toned arms grabbed hold of his strong ones.
“Now I will release you,” Rastabald whispered, as she gently kissed
his ears. “Don’t hold back, love.”

Rastabald felt Egre responding to her voice in a solid, strong, and
hardened way. It was the only right way at that moment.
“I like when you are in this state,” Rastabald said as she released Egre
from her time spell. “You are always ready!”

Then she rode her sexually pent-up creation with a fast motion spell of
her own. The two sweaty freaks of nature held onto anything possible
in their glorious orgasmic escapade.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, the master necromancer manipulated
time enough for them to reach a sexual climax together. It was a
breathless room for a few seconds afterward. The two fell on each
other as they laid passed out after their steamy adventure.

“I love you,” Egre always managed to say.
“I know,” she always replies.
“Still beautiful,” he whispered. Rastabald always enjoyed hearing that
last bit.

She also always said their adventures were one of her extra ways of
paying Egre for his brilliant mind’s capacity. Given that Egre taught
her most of the spells she had mastered and added to her necromancy
strength, she felt it was a deserving reward.

“Enjoy, my boy,” Rastabald said. “We have got work to do. Already, I
can feel my redemption at hand,” she whispered in a satiable manner.
Egre could hear the woman he had come to love perfectly clear but
was too occupied in his euphoric state of mind to reply.