That afternoon, on the same day, a strange person wearing a completely white mask emerged on the streets of the capital, stopping in the middle of a bustling area where various merchants were.
"Here is perfect," the unknown man said. He touched his face, holding the edge of his mask, and spoke using magic in his voice so that everyone could hear him. "I apologize, I am back."
The unknown man removed his mask and with a big smile said, "Or rather, I am finally here, the true and only Lucas."
The man's face was identical to the king who had been declared dead. At that moment, a great commotion began in the place with cries of joy and shouts of happiness.
Until one of the people had their head cut off by the hands of the man imbued with golden mana. Blood sprayed on his face, but the man didn't care, looking at everyone who froze in place, some of them falling to the ground unable to react.
