"You sinners should be grateful..."Lucas's fiery red eyes glared at the bandits, burning through their souls and revealing all the secrets they had kept as they tried to flee. His cruel laughter echoed through the air as they panicked, unable to decide whether to fight or run away. "You will become a part of my glorious new project."
There was no mercy in Lucas' heart; he saw them as nothing more than rats and showed no compassion for their crimes against the weak. This group loved preying on the weak, assaulting them. But this time, they had been caught, and now they would be preyed on by someone far more powerful.
"M-Monster!" an old man who was a bandits victim yelled as he looked at the feather stuck inside the corpse's head.
The sight of the feather shocked all of them since none had ever witnessed a spell granting someone wings. They couldn't decide if it was a spell or a magical artifact.