189 A Deal with Demon

"You...really killed the man." 

Luke muttered.

"I sure did, what, is it disturbing you?"

"No, that's not it. Surprisingly, I don't feel anything, not even the urge to puke like how normal people do upon seeing someone being killed in front of their eyes."

"Even so...my friends..."

Staring at both of his palms, this incompetent and weak palms, Luke could only feel nothing but useless. If this palm holds mighty strength, his friends would not have died under that man onslaught. He would be able to protect them, or if that is too much of a wish, he could sacrifice himself as his friends escape to safety. 

"..."