In a world where magic reigns supreme, the powerhouses of the world cast deep, dark shadows.  The weak, if they were lucky to survive, could only live like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Lucian and the villagers or Onyx were examples of such lambs. While they hoped for a peaceful life, destiny had other plans.
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Powerless to fight back, Lucian despaired as the acrid smell of blood permeated his senses. 
Dead. 
Everybody was dead. 
The corpses of his loved ones lay mangled, torn, and lifeless across his feet. The loss of his family had left him despaired, broken. 

But...
This wouldn't be the end. He wouldn't let it be. He'd get his revenge on whoever did this.
By any means necessary.
He'd smother his enemies with their own shadow.

Armed with the knowledge granted to him by a clandestine organization, he would expand his power, refine his magic, build connections, and ensure retribution upon his foes. 

He would become The Supreme Shadow.