( Author: the first two-thirds of the novel will be in first person view. )
Eisenhorn Askeld
A name that was once synonymous with power and martial strength.
The name of a man that was feared by all in the region, and the one that everyone presumed would become the most powerful being the area had ever seen and would dominate all the kingdoms and allow Riplas to become to the sole ruler of the area.
That is my name, and that is what my fate was.
Until I lost it all in mere days.
I first noticed signs of my strength fading after finishing another battle.
It was a small change and I didn't think of it much, merely presuming that I had been a bit too stressed and tired lately, that a good-night sleep would take care of it.
It didn't.
Over the course of 10 days, my condition worsened greatly.
Each day I was able to see my muscles shrinking, my mana leaking out and disappearing from my body.
