by J. R. Fail
In an age where every child is born with magic, power is the measure of a person’s worth. The world belonged to wizards, sorcerers, and warlocks. Kingdoms rose through arcane might, and nations fell beneath storms of spells powerful enough to reshape the land itself. Yet among them was a boy who possessed nothing that the world could understand. He was born in the slums and abandoned by fate. His father died when he was nine years old. His mother perished in a raging wildfire caused by a gas explosion that consumed their settlement. Alone and forgotten, he survived by hunting vermin, scavenging insects, and wandering the vast forests beyond civilization. He never learned kindness. He never learned hatred. He never learned respect. To survive was all he knew. One day, while searching for food deep within the wilderness, he casually threw a stone. What followed changed his life forever. The magic surrounding the stone vanished. A spell cast by a passing hunter dispersed into nothingness. The boy had awakened his gift. A power unlike any other. A power that could disable, disperse, ignore, and erase every form of magic it encountered. The ancient scholars would call it Nullification. The fearful would call it the Void. The desperate would call it salvation. History would remember it by a different name. The Enabler. A boy who wielded both destruction and protection. A boy capable of dispelling the strongest spells ever created. A boy who felt little and feared less. And the only person in existence capable of stopping the catastrophe that would one day threaten the world itself.
