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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 · แฟนตาซี
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[594] House of Shivalkulan.

In her hand this time was not a drop of ichor(?) as black as the night sky, and as terrifying as it... But rather a blue drop of water?

No, it was still Ichor, but the drop resembled water more, provided that there was no golden shine within it as well.

The drop of Ichor also had an effect on the surroundings, albeit much less than the effect of Ariel's. Instead of discoloring the surroundings and bringing an insane pressure...it was serene, and cold.

The temperature dropped immensely, and a normal being would have died already, but due to Alan being almost immune to the cold...he actually found it to be very nice.

It was like he was in the middle of summer, his body drenched in sweat, and suddenly entered a room where the air conditioner was at full blast. It was very nice, to be honest. He didn't have to even use Dragon eyes to know whose blood it was.

"Yours...?"

He muttered, Lanesha, obviously heard him and said.