Chuck's words came out in a choked whisper, "I... I'm sorry," he managed to say, tears streaking down his face and dropping onto the fragments of glass he held trembling in his hands.

Katelyn was forced to bear witness to the gruesome spectacle, her voice barely audible, "Light... there's no need for this..."

Mason, stunned into silence, was careful not to utter a word that might further provoke Light's fury.

Lily, trying to reason with him, said, "I may not fully comprehend your emotions, Light, but don't you believe this is crossing the line? Would God turn a blind eye to such an act?"

Sarah quietly added her thoughts to the mix, "And let's not forget about the potential response from the police... or his own parents..."

Light, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on Chuck's terrified eyes, retorted, "God isn't present at the moment, is he?" He laughed mockingly at Lily's words, "God isn't going to come to their rescue. Now keep quiet; you're spoiling my enjoyment."

Chuck hesitated, the shards of glass in his hand a daunting sight, but Light's impatience overrode any plea for mercy. He seized Chuck's broken hands and forced the glass shards down his throat. As Chuck choked on his own blood, he tried in vain to reason with Light, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Light, reveling in his own cruel amusement, cried out, "Ah, the struggle for survival! Priceless!" He turned to the others, including Gorthak, beckoning them to join in the macabre laughter at Chuck's suffering.

Gorthak, surprisingly, didn't protest. He ordered his goblins to join in, even compelling the captives to partake in the cruel mockery.

Chuck's body stilled for a moment, the choking sounds ceased. Light checked his pulse, a grimace of disappointment on his face when he found Chuck still clinging to life.

"Stubborn cockroach," Light muttered, "Still clinging on, huh?" He started dragging Chuck towards the remaining intact lunchroom window, repeatedly slamming the unfortunate boy's head against the glass until it was smeared with the grim evidence of Chuck's sin's .

Floating over Chucks remains, was a grey orb, It suddenly going into the glass window.

Skill 'Soul Echo Reflection' Unlocked: The Demon Lord now possesses the ability to summon souls from various reflections, harnessing the power of light. The levels of souls, based on their rarity, shall now be denoted as follows:

Glimmering (Grey)- Common

Radiant (Green) - Uncommon

Luminary (Blue)- Rare

Incandescent (Red)- Very rare

Ethereal (Purple)- Legendary

Astral (Black)- Mystic

With this modification, the Demon Lord can tap into the luminous energies of souls stored within reflections, each rarity signifying the intensity and rarity of their combat/magical power contained within."

Due to the sinister deeds of the Demon Lord, the user had stumbled upon a piece of information that revealed the method to unlock their next skill: Kill enemies in front of user, obtaining 'Hands of Purgatory.'

With a wicked grin, Light expressed his satisfaction, relishing the prospect of obtaining new skills through his nefarious actions. His demeanor had undergone a chilling transformation, leaving Gorthak bewildered. Never before had he encountered such an embodiment of pure evil in a human.

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Mason and Katelyn were rendered speechless as they beheld Chuck's motionless form lying on the floor.

Mason's mind began to race as panic set in. "This...this isn't real. It can't be. Chuck...he can't be..." His thoughts spiraled into a relentless cycle of fear and disbelief. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, echoing the battle cries of a mind on the brink of trauma.

Light's return, silent and ominous, amplified Mason's fear. The proximity to Chuck's lifeless body was a chilling reminder of his own mortality.

Light's words were a cold, cruel jibe at Mason's helplessness. "Your life... it's nothing more than a toy, a plaything for my amusement. Stay in line, do as I say, and maybe... just maybe, I'll let you live." His offer was as sinister as it was enticing.

Mason, sobbing and on the verge of despair, saw no other way out. "I... I'll do whatever you ask," he whimpered, a faint spark of defiance glimmering in his eyes. ("Just you wait, Light... I will avenge Chuck. I swear it!")

Light, ever the perceptive one, detected the slight shift in Mason's tone. "Oh, and just in case you're thinking of betraying me," he said, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

The sight of the skeleton emerging from the mirror sent chills down Mason's spine. "Wha... what is that?" he stuttered, his eyes wide with horror.

Light reveled in the shock his actions caused. "Don't you recognize your old friend?" he teased, his voice dripping with malice. "It's Chuck."

Gorthak, taken aback by Light's necromancy, demanded, "Human! Dispel your skeleton at once, or your friends will meet the same fate!"

Light's indifference was chilling. "Go ahead. It'll be less trouble for me."

Gorthak was baffled by Light's callousness. ("What's wrong with this human? Doesn't he care about his own people?")

Without missing a beat, Light commanded, "Get down!" With a wave of his hand, he unleashed the 'Shattering Barrage'.

The skill erupted like a hailstorm of glass bullets, reminiscent of a rapid-fire machine gun. The goblins in its path were cut down, their screams of terror echoing through the air. "Stop him! He's... he's too powerful!" they cried.

Gorthak watched in stunned silence as Light's power decimated the goblin ranks. His disbelief quickly morphed into distress as he scrambled to defend himself, blocking the relentless barrage with his lance.

Sarah, Lily, Katelyn, and the student huddled together, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. "Is... is this Light's power?" Sarah asked, her voice barely audible.

"I can't believe it... He's like a monster," Lily murmured, her eyes fixed on the carnage before them.

Katelyn was silent, her gaze locked on Light. The man she thought she knew was now a stranger, his power both terrifying and mesmerizing.

The student, torn between fear and fascination, muttered, "How did he... obtain such power?"

As the 'Shattering Barrage' continued to wreak havoc, Gorthak gritted his teeth, his lance barely holding up against the onslaught. "I won't be defeated by a mere human!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the battlefield. His form was a silhouette against the storm of glass, standing resolute and defiant against Light's devastating power.

Mason, still in shock, found the unfolding scene horrifying yet fascinating. Watching Light's power surge like a typhoon, fear and awe warred within him. "What... what has he become?" he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

Light's laughter echoed through the room. "What's wrong, Gorthak?" he taunted, his voice filled with malicious glee. "Outmatched by a 'mere human'?"

Gorthak grunted in response, straining under the relentless onslaught. He was a seasoned warrior, but he had never seen such power. "This... this isn't over!" he roared defiantly.

In the midst of this chaos, Susan, Lily, and Katelyn huddled closer. Their faces were ghostly pale, their eyes wide with shock and fear. The sight of Chuck's skeleton standing idly by was a chilling reminder of their mortality.

"Is... is this the real Light?" Lily whispered, clutching her cloak tighter.

"I don't know," Katelyn replied, her voice barely audible. "I... I never thought he'd go this far."

"I... I didn't realize he'd changed this much," Katelyn finally admitted, her voice filled with regret and guilt. "It's like... like I've created a monster."

Susan remained silent, her gaze locked on Light, wondering if his humanity was gone. She saw nothing but a terrifying entity wielding unimaginable power.

In the corner, the student was silent, his eyes wide with terror. "He... he's not the same," he muttered to himself. "This... this isn't Light. This is... a monster."

As the 'Shattering Barrage' finally subsided, Gorthak stood panting heavily, his lance scarred from the onslaught. Despite the chaos, he showed no signs of retreat. "I won't fall... to a demon like you!" he spat, his voice filled with determination.

Gorthak, battered but not beaten, standing in defiance of Light's terrifying power. The room fell into an eerie silence, the air thick with tension and fear.