Who Am I?
"Who am I?"
Ian unconsciously muttered the last word of Dornar from his lips and suddenly smirked, his pupil-less eyes making him look even more eerier.
"Heh, I am your worst nightmare, I guess."
He couldn't help but say some clichéd line as he felt a kind of perverted satisfaction in being able to directly erase the soul of a First Ring Wizard, even if he was weak, just by looking at him.
He felt such unprecedented satisfaction from this event that he couldn't help but lick his lips as if reminiscing about it.
Power could be addictive, and absolute power over someone was even more so. And if you lose yourself over it, even a timid and shy guy could become an absolutely unimaginable demon.
It was the same in both worlds, although Ian experienced it for the first time in this world, making him intoxicated.