From the moment he was born, "Pure White" carried an unknown magical power, so intense that it bleached his hair pure white while he was still an infant.
His mother, a mage, died in childbirth when her magic was abruptly drained. The clerics could do nothing to stop her soul from passing, leaving only a pale, crying infant and a grief-stricken king.
Yet his father, Nittel II, did not blame the child. Instead, he lavished special affection on his youngest son, as though trying to give this strangely white-haired boy all the love his late wife had never had the chance to offer.
His full brother, more than a decade older than Pure White, had probably begun to resent him then.
At five years old, Pure White secretly unearthed a dusty spellbook from the royal library. Haphazardly copying the gestures in its illustrations, he actually managed to freeze a cup of scalding water into solid ice with Ray of Frost.
The dazzling light refracted through the clear ice in the silver cup left every court servant and guard present speechless.
Once word spread, the palace guards constantly whispered among themselves that the little prince was a chosen one favored by the Weave, a born master of magic destined to lead the Niter Kingdom into unprecedented prosperity.
Unfortunately, the guards had misjudged him. Not only had he failed to lead the Niter Kingdom to prosperity, but years later, he had destroyed it with his own hands...
When he was sixteen, a court mage whom Pure White easily defeated in a public spell duel fell to his knees, coughing blood. Sprawled on the ground as though driven mad, he screamed hoarsely that Pure White was a monster possessed by a devil.
At the time, he dismissed it as the self-deception of a