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There was once a man in the history of old who dispite the era of magic he lived in only used his body.

What he did was a miracle never produced again...

He made a new path

At the time there was no in between you were either a mage a mortal or a god.

He lived in times of myth, when above held in the clouds the gods controlled the dying world, in the mid grass was only regular un mystic man.


If one were to look below that, into the depths of earth and water there existed beasts even arcmages would fear.

That however is a topic far away from the fragile hands of mortals even a signal mage could slaughter them all let alone supernatural beasts near demi gods.

All was not hopeless for the meager beings as HE alone changed their fate.

When they where shuned as lesser creatures barley befitting of entertainment he with one hardened fist beat them down one by one.

At the age of five no man could beat him, at the age of seven no orc could overwhelm him, at the age of ten even the blessed elf's could do nothing to his tempered body.

Even mages failed when with just one wave they could level a city, he stood there in the center of the explosion and took it laughing at them as he proclaimed them weak.


They called him iron fist and this is the legend of a mortal selfmade into a god above gods.

Table of Iron Fist

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Volume 1