**Charlie's Perspective: **
"Movement will lead to the spell's activation, and the weather might not be suitable for you after that," I said, whimsically trying to hold back laughter. The battlefield they had summoned me to was filled with weaklings.
"A Grand Sage spell in this day and age? Who are you, grandpa?" said an unpleasantly brutish voice from the crest of the dune to the north. Before I could respond, the voice continued, "I suppose you are the pathetic mortal this hero has managed to summon. Pray tell, how did you bypass my anti-magic barrier? Is that skill enough to make a hero, or is that the Holy Kingdom's gizmo failure?"
In my long life, I had heard many taunts. They were customary in battle, but never before had I heard such fragile words. "What are you even babbling about?" I said, eyeing Hecate to fill me in. She simply bowed down before me, prostrating herself due to my mana's pressure.
"Oh, I thought heroes were given heightened senses. Is that all your body can achieve?" said the brutish voice. I gazed through the situation: there was a guy being pushed down by a horde of seemingly soldiers. It was not well-lit enough to see all the details. Well, it seems taunting was all I could do for another two seconds.
"Well, if you are so bold, then why don't you move?" I said, waiting for him to fall for it. Instead, Hecate rose from her knees and, still looking down, whispered, "Lord, that mortal over there is Jerry, the chosen hero of this era. It's been about 500 sun cycles since your last visit, and that person aligns himself with the Dictatorship."
That was all I needed to hear. "Lift mana pool's limit to 25% max," I said to my Index of Magic, a system that I had created. Looking at it now infuriated me. It showed I was not maxed out anymore. I needed one more level to max out, maybe due to my latest evolution, but I would never underestimate these levels. Each one is a 100% increase in at least physical strength if nothing else. Not like my mana can grow.
As I monologued, the trio—Hecate once again on the ground, Elfona lying gracefully on the sand, and Liza looking happy to prostrate herself—made a muffled noise. "Yeah, Liza, do you have something to say?" I asked curiously.
"Lord, the opponent exploded while you were tinkering with your index. All of them, even their boss," she replied. It wasn't as if I didn't know this; it was the very reason I unleashed 25% of my mana.
"I already tried using Cosmic Deicide on whatever power source he was tapping into as soon as he said 'anti-magic barrier.' I suppose those work like noise-canceling headphones from our universe, but you wouldn't understand that. Whatever the source itself seems to be non-traceable by Cosmic Deicide, which is weird, but most likely means that he and the freaks around him have given up their mana to receive supernatural gifts like physical transformations or other metaphysical abilities. Is that the gist of it?" I pointed the question towards Liza, who couldn't stop smiling.
"My lord, your intellect truly knows no bounds," she used the age-old technique of flattery students have used since the dawn of time, I would know I was there.
"Liza, quit that," I smiled. Then my vision focused. The 'summoned hero' hadn't moved his body yet. It seems being covered in blood of your enemies was out of fashion these days. I was sure he couldn't look at me, partly because my mana's aura was crushing him and partly because I made light refract more than usual to hide myself as his former friend. I did not want to give him an unpeaceful death.
"Who are you?" said Jerry, formerly a close friend. His voice trembled as if he had shred of humanity left in him but that was impossible this universe
"Come closer," I said. As he stepped a foot closer, my spell activated. The sky itself turned golden once again as a barrage of infinite unfinished blades attacked him like kamikaze drones ripping into his chest, his limbs and his eyes. It was not a sight for mortal eyes—hundreds of blades impaling your best friend is not a sight to see. But as it does to all, my humanity was not working; this universe was cursed that way.
For ten minutes, the blades impaled him repeatedly. They are called unfinished because they only finish when their enemy dies. I didn't see an inch of life left in him. "Well, that was cinematic," I laughed loudly, as it was the only thing I could do.
"WHY DID YOU KILL HIM, CHARLIE, YOU MONSTER!" yelled Elfona, the ever-caring elf.
"Have some respect girl," I said calmly. It wasn't all her fault; she was biologically inclined to be nice. She was an elf, after all. "I had a duty to the universe I hailed from that I just completed. Now fill me in on what's happening here," I said to Liza as Hecate consoled her.
Hecate turned to me, "If I dare ask, husband, why did you choose to kill him so brutally? There was a merciful way. Why didn't you use your authority?"
Elfona rushed to check on the dead corpse of my former friend. "Well, I knew him as a human. He was pathetic. I am all you require and all you need," I said confidently because it was the truth with a smile to showcase how worthless he was for me.
"Can you explain how you overcame the anti-mana barrier sir?" asked Liza.
"That? Oh, the anti-mana barrier had a certain amount of mana it could destroy. I just over capped it," I replied.
"But us three combined have enough mana to destroy the world, they say," said Hecate, curious now. After all, she was a vampire; vampires don't mourn death.
"Well, that's how much stronger I am," I said with a smirk remembering a famous quote 'power corrupts , absolute power corrupts absolutely