Sylus was your greatest enemy, relentlessly pursued by the townspeople. He wreaked havoc across the city, stealing crystals one by one to forge his weapons of destruction. The more difficult the crystals were to obtain, the higher their quality.

That night, you were battling in an old, dilapidated building. His powers of manipulation made it challenging to defeat him quickly. His reflexes were so fast that his punch landed on you.

"Argh!!" You groaned in pain as you fell, your breath ragged from exhaustion and hurt.

"Really? They sent a little kitten like you to face me?" he taunted, sneering.

But you weren't ready to give up. Rising to your feet, you seized the moment when he was off guard and delivered a punch. Sylus fell, and you quickly handcuffed his hands behind his back. Blood dripped from his lip, yet his sneer remained.

You drew your pistol, aiming it at his broad chest. Yet, instead of fear or worry, his face bore only that same mocking smile.

"You've lost, Sylus! Surrender now," you commanded, keeping your finger poised but resisting the urge to pull the trigger.

With a mere flick of his power, Sylus effortlessly freed himself from the handcuffs. You watched him warily, prepared for any sudden attack.

But instead, he calmly unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, wiped the blood from his lip, and drew an X on his chest.

"Well, go ahead, aim true, my lady," he said, grinning and seemingly eager for you to pull the trigger.