(Chief's Perspective)
The cold wind swept across the night sky like invisible blades, cutting through the stillness. The breeze hit my face, dragging me back to reality... to this damn reality. I looked down at where my arm is; despite having been severed, I was able to recover it. Every time I tried to move it, the ghost of that limb forced me to remember her... that damn warrior. Frustration has consumed me since that day. How is it possible that she... a mere warrior... left me in this state?
I could see these disgusting bandages covering my entire body. My subordinate managed to speed up the initial healing and removed my severe injuries, almost performing a miracle by restoring my arm and other damaged parts of my body. But he told me my body would still need time to fully recover. The bandages would help stabilize the wounds and prevent infection during that time. However, since I wasn't treated immediately, the scars will remain until the day I die...
Damn it! I still don't understand. How was I unable to control the situation? How did everything fall apart so quickly? She did whatever she wanted with me, as if I were nothing more than a spectator in my own battle. At no point did I feel I had control of the fight, and that's what bothers me the most.
I broke a small wooden table that was next to me.
Never, in my entire life, had I lost a battle. Never. And now, for the first time, I find myself defeated... and in that moment, I was mutilated. All because I let my guard down. I thought that having part of the power over time would make me invincible, and it did... until that day.
What the hell is the point of this power if any random warrior could surpass me?
I looked at my arm, as if the answer were hidden within it. I had it all... or so I thought. The power of time... what a farce! It is nothing more than an empty title, a lie I told myself and believed. I always knew this power had limitations, but I never thought those limitations would destroy me like this...
I wish... I wish this power could grow, evolve, like the others. But no, this damn ability is stagnant, tied to a mediocre fate... just like me.
My thoughts evaporated in an instant when I heard applause behind me.
Unknown: Wow, Chief, you seem very thoughtful lately... Ooh... you don't look so good, Chief.
A mocking voice said from the shadows.
I looked at the man hiding in the darkness of the balcony's corner.
Chief: Morvan... It's you. Let me remind you, you also had your face burned...
Morvan: Jo... That must have really shaken you for you to use my name. Though I'd recommend you keep a cool head, Chief. As for my wound, I can heal it at any time, but I like scars; they make someone look more imposing and terrifying.
He said this while pointing to his burned face.
But, upon seeing my expression, he changed his mind.
Morvan: Although, if it bothers you, I can wear a mask.
He snapped his fingers, and a mask appeared on his face. After that, Morvan looked me over.
Morvan: I must give Kaldor credit; he managed to prevent you from completely losing your arm and parts of your body. You look a bit deformed and with a lot of scars overall, but the important thing is that you're whole, Chief. By the way... why is your hair a little white?
Chief: It's the consequence of using an ability I shouldn't have...
Morvan: I see... Aging, huh?
After that, Morvan yawned and walked away.
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The Gap Between The Worlds (English Version)
Fantasía10 years ago several gaps in the sky began to open around the world. From these gaps, magicians began to emerge, people who had the ability to use magic. These wizards began killing and exterminating all the people in the world as soon as the gaps b...
