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The Villain's Story

Three Souls lay in one body, One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all. And He lost it all, tricked and manipulated from the time he was a child. The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world in his own universe. A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning. He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release. And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself. And the Third? The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead. He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, yet he manipulated space. His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body. His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos. His enemies were greater than one could count. His luck is worse than shit. And yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above. He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny. ---------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantasy
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[667] The influence of Darkness.(2)

"We can work around it, it isn't an absolute law that the influence of the elements will always work. Your species may be highly susceptible to it, but you can avoid it."

Azmakul explained. While every element did have a special influence on the user, it also didn't change them completely unless in special situations. The 'change' could be minimized, utilized, and even avoided completely. How that would happen, was something only Azmakul knew how to do.

"The simplest way to do this is to engrave a rune into you, one that heightens your emotions, but not to a degree where it will affect you negatively in serious situations."

He spoke with ease, as the mana in the surroundings condensed in his hands to perform a peculiar palm sized symbol.

"... A hashtag?"

Sabrina looked at the hashtag that manifested itself in Azmakul's hands with interest, and mild confusion. It looked like a hashtag, but the ends were crooked and pointing inwards.