Arack Verman, one of the strongest mages in the world for his age.
49.
That's how many years he'd lived.
At least on paper.
However-
Slam!
Appearance, that of a male in his late twenties- a grin like he owned the place, he entered the magus guild in front of him slamming open the door.
White hair, white teeth; Large man with an almost perfect proportion of muscle and beauty….
A platinum sorcerer- that's what he was called.
Only seven mages in existence had such a title- and he was the youngest there… seemingly.
'Yes- yes, stare at my magnificence!'
He noticed students and staff staring at him-
They were surprised and perhaps even mesmerized!
According to him.
"AH- Veine!" The man shouted. Mighty chuckle. "Uncle's back!"
Loud.
Erveine let out a mild sigh, forcing a pr grin. "Welcome, back Uncle. Mother awaits you in the meeting room."
