The Lost let out an aura of rage that startled the Ice user.
"What the hell are they?" The man was confused and scared now.
His gift was something he had often been praised for and not many had survived under its effect. Even the ones that did were greatly injured. As for the ones that were not, they either had gifts that were the counter to his gift, or just on the same rank as his.
Having an Epic ranked gift usually meant that the person would have a decent life usually and that was exactly the same case with this man. But after a point, he realized life was boring, and he took up jobs such as these.
He discovered that killing people was something that gave him joy and them despairing in loss was also something pleasurable. But what he had not thought was that today he would be the one despairing instead.
"HNG! HAAA!" The Lost let out a growl and broke all of the ice around his body.
~CRACK~
~SHATTER~
