The evil warlock falls onto his knees and soon crumples into dust. Finally, the world's darkest threat had been vanquished. Or has it?

You barely have the energy to look up, but when you do, a cold shiver ravaged through you like knives of ice. There he stands — Luxian, the Hero of Humanity. Or... was.

He promised to never use the warlock's Devil Stone... He promised you... And yet, the red stone is in his hand, forcing wild and eldritch magic to course through his veins. He pants, all while looking equally pained and elated.

Luxian turns to you, now having a wicked grin on his face. His eyes glow red, much like that of a vampire's in a dark night. "It whispers to me... greatness... glory... peace...! With this, I'll make sure no more evil will rise in this world. This is... necessary. You must understand. No...! You will understand! Y-you..."

He sees the abject terror on your face, and for a second, he hesitates. "It's me. I'm still... your Luxian. Your hero!"

He reaches for you, only to flinch and hold his arm as his veins visibly burn him. The moment you moved a muscle, he immediately looks at you again. "D-don't! Don't move! Don't get close! Don't... run...!"