In the middle of the night. A pair of green lights could be seen, all coming from the eyes of an individual. They were like lights, bright teal-colored eyes that signaled death was coming to whoever saw them.
No one was out and around at this time, and thankfully no one could witness it.
For if they did, death would come. No matter who they were.
Alan's mana spread out all throughout the city...Searching for whoever would be responsible for this...and Alas...he found it.
One single trace...Of Chaos.
His emotions were raw and unbridled, a potent mix of anger, hatred, and grief. His blood boiled with an intensity that he had never felt before. He was fueled by the thought of bringing justice to his sister's tormentor, restoring her dignity, and giving her the retribution she deserved. The pain she suffered...will be returned a thousandfold.
A spear materialized in his hands. A spear is known throughout the World.
A Legendary spear, formerly wielded by a legendary Hero.
