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"Who is this mere peasant who dares to challenge me for mortal combat?" Master Nubeous asked flaring in anger, for he was the owner of the soul ring that gave him the power to obliviate the lifelines of his enemies in seconds. He was considered as the unbeatable one, the invincible.
"He hails from the village that was burnt yesterday night, my master. He goes by the name MORPHEOUS," answered the minister.
"Aahhh !!! Call of revenge, I see. These stupid mortals !!!" Saying that he let out a grating chuckle, but little did he know what cursed fate he possessed because that peasant was no ordinary mortal. He was a man, who was soon going to end the era of his atrocity.
"Do you have any last wishes Morpheous?", Nubeous asked with a tone filled with lament.
