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Jack's alignment was always on and off. Now he was how he use to be. But from once before.
Only one could be good, and only one could be an unimaginable evil.
Jack stumbled backward, trying to keep his distance from the sudden being. "Kuίr, what did you do?" He regripped his sword which appeared in his hand. But if he was good now. That only meant Kuίr was the opposite. Now Jack would begin to worry. Kuίr hadn't been down that road in an eternity.
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Kuίr continued to move backward, giving him open ground. "My oh my. I've been gone for an eternity... and so much has changed." He seemed the same, yet he was different now. This was the man whom William wanted dead. "Let me teach you a lesson on manners, being." Kuίr repositioned himself, bringing up his hand. "I seem to lack... magic. Valvik, how long has it been since I tried to use my powers?"
'Approximately five billion years. Or trillion. Or even higher. It's hard to tell in a place where time doesn't move that much.'
"That long? I wonder what I was doing during that time. I'll just have to go with a dramatically weaker spell." But that also meant repositioning himself. Which he ended up doing. "Crack open the Rift, consume my heart and soul. Give me thy strength. Thy marrow. Plead for the cries of the innocent, and the blood of the merciless. This is my decree. And my decree alone." Out from the ground came a grey-ish liquid, wrapping itself around Kuίr entirely.
Let us give them a fight they shall never forget.
The air became thin, almost as if the air itself was being vacuumed away somehow. "Let me rip from you everything you have. Your entire being. I will have it all..."