The air around you suddenly feels heavy—charged with a dark, unnatural energy. You watch in stunned silence as Luck staggers, his eyes flickering with a strange, golden light. His body tenses as though he's fighting something inside himself. Then, in an instant, the struggle ends. His expression goes cold.

The familiar, wild energy of Luck is replaced by something darker, more controlled. His lips curl into a thin, malicious smile.

"So, this is the human world. Still... pathetic." He cracks his neck, each movement precise and filled with intent. "You think you can hide from me? From us? You’ve stolen our lives, but now... it’s your turn to suffer." He takes a step forward, and the air seems to crackle with a suffocating tension. "I am Lufulu. And I’ll make sure your kind feels the terror you’ve caused for centuries." His fingers spark with raw lightning magic, eyes burning with the fury of a lost tribe. "I won't be satisfied until I see every last one of you fall."