* * Look, right there. Said the guard.

* Ah, yes, I see him. Said the second.

What was Luce supposed to do? He didn’t know how to fight. He didn’t even know how to defend himself. He was there lying on the ground helpless.

The two guards were putting their spears in his direction and were slowly approaching him.

* The Herald said no survivors. Said one of them with a gleeful smile.

Luce had lost notion of which one was which. Although there were noticeable differences, Luce was too stressed to think about that.

One wore light white armor that glistened in the moonlight, he had a long scar running on the left side of his face and white hair, while his comrade had grey hair and blue eyes as blue as a cold winter day.

Luce sprang up from the pile of corpses and shot towards one of the guards, not knowing what to do exactly he attacked with his punch infusing it with his new power, Doom hand. As he activated the attack, he felt his whole arm harden and his veins started glowing red and his flesh turned an ash shade of grey.

Rage level: 57%

* What the? The blue-eyed guard said.

Both guards were too surprised by luce’s action that they lightly dropped their spears to look at Luce jumping towards them.

They didn’t have enough time to react as Luce punched down on one of the guards’ heads.

His head exploded brains and skull were projected everywhere blood spread, and with the momentum of the punch luces fist dug through the neck and down to the stomach.

The insides of the guards were reduced to a pulp. And his intestines were projected through his bottom. His ribcage burst open as Luce finished his punch, letting stomach and pancreas splatter the ground. The remains of the guard fell and slid of his arm.

Luce was covered in guts, insides of the guard and was red with blood his whole face one gruesome mask. He felt the ability vanish, as the second guard fell to his knees and started backing down.

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* Have mercy, have mercy I beg of you. Please I have children I have a family. He plead.

Luce just looked at him with an expressionless face. Luce’s irises dilated and became visibly smaller, his form became large and domineering. From the point of view of the guard Luce grew to such beastial forms that he could have been compared to a werewolf, ready to hunt.

The guard scrambled to his feet and ran off.

Luce felt stomach acid coming up and vomited. He doubled over the reality of what he had just done kicking in. He didn’t have time to sit around, the guard would probably be back with reinforcements.

He got up and headed towards the forest, he staggered and tripped over cadavers. Dead citizens who had ran from the guards. Dead children who were bleeding from their eyes? What? That doesn’t happen when you get stabbed.

Luce took one of the bodies looking like a teen to middle aged man. He looked at it and horror sat in. The eyes were missing. Only bloody hollow sockets, the kids had their eyes missing and so were the elderly looking like mummies who were rotting.

Luce felt another wave of nausea hit him. He ran into the forest. He backed against a tree and dry heaved nothing coming out as he had already emptied himself not five minutes ago.

He sprinted towards the place where he had hidden the small package and went to retrieve it he tucked it under his armpit and headed in the forest not knowing where he was going. He continued walking. It was dark he couldn’t see 4 meters in front of him. He knew the dangers of wandering so close to the edge of world in the dark, but he pressed on.

As he was walking, stumbling into trees, and falling over, his foot stepped on empty air, and he fell.

He screamed a high-pitched scream of fear. This was it he was going to die like this, after his family’s death he would die falling off the edge. The fall felt eternal.

Suddenly he hit the floor, he had just fallen in a small pothole. He decided against continuing to wander aimlessly in the dark and settled in the small hole he had fallen into. He closed his eyes.

In front of him in floating text was written:

Doom hand advance: 1%

Rage level: 53%

The blood he was covered in started to dry and began to solidify, making a red crusty mask.

He was restless and, in this moment, he made a promise to himself.

He would not rest until the entire kingdom was on his knees in front of him.

They would see, they would pay for what they had done to him. They had taken everything from him. He clutched the package tightly and closed his eyes one more time. The exhaustion kicked in and in no time he fell asleep.