Raze Cromwell.
A name once feared, once whispered with caution, now barely spoken at all.
Time had buried the truth beneath layers of rumour and rewritten history. The name Dark Magus still held weight, but few remembered who that person truly was, or where he had come from.
Only in hidden corners of the world, in long-winded documentaries and suppressed archives, did the name Raze Cromwell still appear.
At the Central Mage Academy, though, it was different. Among the professors, those who had been around long enough, everyone knew.
It was a stain on their record. A name they couldn't quite erase, no matter how hard they tried.
By telling Tink the truth, Raze knew he would be answering a lot of questions. Questions the professor had clearly been asking himself already.
Why was this "student" so knowledgeable about magical formations?
How could someone his age dismantle an elite-level ward like the one protecting the principal's door?
Why did none of it add up?
