Ninja

Iga was a mage, but, like most mages, his power and talent were not awe-inspiring. Nothing like the emperor and his family, who could level an army or defeat a murder of dragons with just their weave craft. No, Iga was powerful because he knew the value of information. He collected the dark and dirty secrets of anyone who is important in the empire, and use them to further his own agenda or his clients. He wasn't afraid to use blackmail and murder to position his clients for success. That is why he became a powerful tool for certain nobles in the empire, and his wealth and influence had grown.

His guild was small, but it had been respected and feared in the parts of the empire that mattered the most. 'And this fairy tale monster has dismantled it all on its own, a Ninja. '

He watched the young man standing over Elihar's body, blood dripping down his face. He hadn't used a whiff of magic, not even a bit, and yet he had seen him teleport behind them, and just now had sliced through Elih