Dark Michael: The Shadow of Retaliation
The roads of Ravensport murmured his name in dread and wonder — Dark Michael. Some called him a phantom, others a fiend, yet everybody knew a certain something: when he put his focus on something, nothing could stop him.
Once, Michael had been a regarded man, a pioneer among his kin, until treachery cast him into the obscurity. A bad lead representative, Elias Hargrave, outlined him for a wrongdoing he didn't carry out, marking him a criminal and taking everything from him — his territory, his family, his honor. Left for dead in the bogs past the city, Michael was supposed to evaporate like so many others gulped by the debasement of Ravensport.
However, he made due.
For quite a long time, he lived in the shadows, leveling up his abilities, learning the mysteries of the people who had violated him. He turned out to be in excess of a man — he turned into a legend, striking from the dimness, taking from the rich and providing for the neglected. His name turned into an advance notice, a murmur in obscurity rear entryways of Ravensport: "Be careful the rage of Dark Michael."
Presently, the ideal opportunity for shadows was finished.
The evening of the Lead representative's fantastic disguise, Michael slipped into the luxurious domain under the front of a tempest. Clad in 12 PM dark, he moved like the breeze, concealed, relentless. The bad aristocrats drank and snickered, unmindful of the retribution crawling through their lobbies.
At the point when he at last remained before Hargrave, the lead representative's face turned as pale as the moon. "Y-You ought to be dead," he stammered.
Michael grinned — a chilly, knowing smile. "I was. In any case, you committed an error. You failed to remember that even a dead man can return for equity."
With the break of roar outside, the battle started — cutting edges conflicted, monitors fell, and the lobbies of force shuddered. Before sun-up, Ravensport stirred to another world. The lead representative was gone, his abundance dispersed among poor people, and another ruler looked after the city.
A ruler in the shadows.
A ruler named Dark Michael.
