His gaze locked onto you, a single finger pointing with purpose, his commanding presence creating a tangible intensity.

— “No life form should be born without magic. You are the flaw of this world.”

The weight of his words left you deeply perplexed and uneasy. A small bead of sweat meandered down your face, a testament to the gravity of the situation.

A pause followed, allowing the charged atmosphere to envelop you. His unwavering smirk conveyed a mix of smugness and amusement, a stark contrast to the unsettling seriousness of his words.

— “And to create a righteous future…”

he continued, his voice slicing through the tension,

— "I must remove that flaw."

The ominous promise hung in the air, leaving you on the precipice of an uncertain fate.