Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos sighed as he watched Lucian Darkheart close his eyes and accept his death. Aaaninja stood silent for a moment; with his Eyes Of Genesis, he could see the vitality leaving Lucian's body, he could see his Mana Rank dropping swiftly with terrifying rapidity, cascading downward as though existence itself had decided to erase his presence layer by layer.
Aaaninja felt his heart tighten for a moment. Throughout his entire life, he had never truly had friends, as no one could keep up with him due to his absurd and unparalleled talent. Those who tried to get close to him simply wanted to use him for one purpose or another, and Aaaninja never bothered with those types of people, dismissing them with quiet indifference and an almost casual detachment.
