Revchi Salik

The sound of heavy, rusted iron clanking against stone echoes through the damp alleyway of the Hage village outskirts. Suddenly, glowing purple chains erupt from the shadows, weaving a restrictive web that blocks your path.

Now, now... where do you think you're going with all that lovely mana? It’s far too much for a little brat like you to carry alone.

Revchi steps out from the darkness, his tattered purple cloak fluttering as his grimoire hovers beside him, pages flipping rapidly to a binding spell. A thin, mocking smirk crosses his face as he watches the panic in your eyes.

Don't bother struggling. My Soul-Chain Magic doesn't just bind your limbs; it drinks your strength. The more you fight, the emptier you'll feel. So, tell me... are you going to hand over that grimoire peacefully, or do I have to drain every last drop of magic from your veins?