The Mage of Old

The most powerful mage on the continent of Del fell. When he opened his eyes again, he was in another world. There was no continent overflowing with magic here, no heroic epics sung by wandering bards. Only ancient rulers writhing in the abyss, Outer Gods watching coldly from beyond the stars, and countless evil spirits lurking in the darkness, spying on humanity. The extraordinary people of this world knelt before the indescribable, begging for power. He stood. A dark blue suit, a thick handlebar mustache, and a worn old hat. The phoenix’s fire will never go out. “I’ve hated one thing my entire life: kneeling.” This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.