Vile Waste Of Magic [Private]

It was a strange sensation. God Slayer Magic danced along his fingertips like threads of fate and ill omens, and it emeshed so kindly to his Key, his Arc of Embodiment. Such a powerful Creation Magic would tear apart any user and rid them of any drop of mana if not powered by a sufficient battery, and Addre had finally solved his issue for many years to come. Achlys had trained him thoroughly, and now, he was exerting her Magic - and thus, her dominion over mortals - everywhere he went. Unlike before, where people wouldn't bat him an eye out of anxiety, he was now found all alone... deserted, in a way. People had completely avoided being in his presence... or was it because of this town?

Morgate Town was a wasteland. Just the perfect grounds to test out his spells against unaware flesh.

WC: 145

And the first bastards had already arrived. Brilliant, just what the God Slayer needed - instead of butting into other people's lives, they crawled right towards him as if they didn't have anything better to do. It would suffice as their plead to participate in his little training montage, hopefully harvesting some satisfying results. Addre needed more strength than this, but he was also being a little playful and curious to see just how far his newly-achieved God Slayer Magic could take him.

WC: 83
TWC: 228