The three linked triangles in his left eye flicked about, switching positions as it gazed down at the fallen boy. William Martin, seventeen years old, and a source of darkness like no other. He lay there, unmoving, while his eyes told him he was alive and his mind screamed at him to kill him.
'He's a threat! Kill him!'
'Do you see those bodies behind you! It's him! He caused this carnage!'
'What in the world are you hesitating for?'
"No." Kazi knelt down to the boy and checked his pulse. "He's…out of mana. The darkness is gone."
Hollow laughter echoed in the lands as the rain continued. Kazi remained rooted to where he was. "He's just a kid."
'A kid that killed hundreds of people, enemy and allies alike. He's a threat! Kill him! Kill him—!'
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