Rhode remembered the Battle Mage Group as brave, powerful, and equipped with the resilience of Warriors and might of Mages. They were fighters of their souls and inheritors of magic, walking on this continent and striving for their ideals…
Memories were often wonderful, but the truth wasn't always so.
Rhode was baffled when he witnessed the group of Battle Mages cowering in the corner like refugees and beggars.
"I'm sorry, Sir Overlord."
The Battle Mage Group's representative said with an awkward look. He was one of the vice leaders, Sovann. Like the others, he wore a set of tattered clothes, but the magic cloak draped over his shoulders made him stand out as a Mage.
"What happened?"