The forest stood in an eerie silence, the remnants of slaughter hanging in the air like a thick fog. Myuk felt the weight of his actions pressing down on him, but it was overshadowed by an intoxicating surge of power that coursed through his veins. He had transformed, had tasted the sweetness of vengeance, and now he was ready to exact further retribution on the last remaining warrior—the mage woman who had mocked him, who had underestimated his resolve.

She fell to the ground, trembling, her eyes wide with terror as she witnessed the brutal end of her comrades. The remnants of laughter that had once echoed in the clearing were now replaced by the chilling sound of her panicked breaths. Myuk approached her slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment as he felt the energy coiling around him, urging him forward.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, “I didn’t mean it. We can work together. I'll give you anything.”

Myuk stood over her, his expression cold and unyielding. The shadows danced at his feet, eager for the chaos that was about to unfold. “Town,” he said, his voice a low growl, devoid of any empathy. He wanted to know the location of the closest town.

The mage woman’s face contorted with horror as she processed his words. “No! Please! Don’t do this! I can help you! I know things… I can teach you!”

But Myuk was no longer interested in negotiation. The time for words had passed; now was the time for action. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, invoking the power that surged within him. “Razor Wind,” he commanded, his voice echoing through the clearing.

In an instant, the air around them shimmered with a deadly energy. A blade of wind sliced through the space between them, striking the mage’s hand with a sickening thud. The sound of flesh tearing echoed through the forest, and her scream pierced the silence, a raw, primal sound that resonated with the very essence of her despair.

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Blood sprayed across the ground, a vivid contrast against the earthy tones of the forest floor. The mage woman clutched her severed wrist, her eyes wide with shock and agony. “No! Please! Stop!” she cried, her voice rising in pitch as panic set in.

Myuk felt a surge of exhilaration at her suffering. He had been the one to suffer for too long, to hide in the shadows, and now he was the one wielding the darkness. “You thought you could laugh at me?” he asked, his voice low and mocking. “You thought I was weak?”

Before she could respond, he unleashed the spell again, the words rolling off his tongue like a dark incantation. “Razor Wind!”

The second blade of wind struck, severing her other hand. The mage’s scream intensified, a cacophony of pain that echoed through the trees. She rolled around on the ground, writhing, her body convulsing as she struggled to comprehend the torment she was enduring.

He watched as she began to foam at the mouth, her mind fracturing under the weight of her agony.

“Please, I can help you!” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper now, the bravado she had once displayed completely shattered. “I can teach you magic… I can help you control it!”

Myuk stepped closer, “I will never be looked down on!” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

With a final, decisive movement, he raised his hand once more. “Razor Wind!” The words cut through the air, and the spell unleashed a final surge of energy. The blade of wind sliced through her neck with a swift, clean motion, severing her head from her body.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as the realization of what had just happened settled in. The mage’s body fell limp, the head rolling to the side, eyes still wide in shock, a final testament to her defeat. Blood pooled around her, soaking into the earth, a stark reminder of the cost of underestimating him.

Myuk stood over her fallen form, breathing heavily, the adrenaline coursing through him. He felt a sense of triumph, a hollow victory that echoed in the silence of the forest. He had become a force to be reckoned with.

As he surveyed the scene, a notification flashed before him, a reminder of the power he had gained. “Level Up! Mimicry Lvl 2.”