I Steal The System

Tortured Agony

Lucius let out a sharp cry as his arm was mercilessly twisted by the pair that had attacked him earlier. The intense pain was unbearable, as his bone snapped and blood began to seep from the wound, soaking his clothes much like water wrung from a drenched cloth.

"Hold on, don't kill him yet. He could be a valuable sacrifice," a different individual commanded, intervening and halting the violent assault. He nonchalantly swatted away Lucius' desperate attack of red and black lightning as though it was an insignificant threat.

"What's happening?" Lucius cried out, retracting his injured arm and recoiling a considerable distance back, his eyes aflame with fury as he glared at the figures that his system had identified as non-human.

"Who are you?" he demanded, clamping his other hand over his bleeding wound in an attempt to staunch the flow.

"Ah, who are we indeed? Well, we can't reveal that. The heavens would be enraged, and it would cause chaos," retorted one of the assailants before