His eyes widened in shock, Duncan could only stare at the body of his dying uncle, Eldruis, the staff piercing through the middle of his chest. Coughing up copious amounts of blood, he smiled a sad smile, aware of his damned fate.
"Boy...*cough*, *cough*, *huargh*,... thank...*cough*,...thank Illumia you're safe. I-I've kept...my promise to your mother...*cough*...now...go..."
And with that, the Elf closed his eyes, claiming his eternal rest.
"Uncle...UNCLE!?"
With a loud roar, Duncan launched a tier-4 spell, Spiked Fists, at Gears. Smacking his face, the mad Mechmagos flew across the sky, crashing through the remaining buildings.
Still enraged at the brutal murder of his uncle, he continued his barrage at Gears, who, being drained of most of his energy, could only take the beating lying down. Duncan, now a tier-5 Woodmancer, held more power than before. Using these vast reserves, he continued pummelling Gears, wanting to break his mechanical face into tiny, tiny pieces.
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Although he had memories of his previous life on Earth, living on Earadun for centuries made him accept this weird and wacky world as his second home. His mother, unknown father, cousin, maids, butlers,... everyone adored him and showered him with unconditional love.
But his most cherished person was his uncle, Eldruis. When he sat alone, ostracisedbyvthe others, it was his uncle who often consoled him. When his mother was not present, it was Eldruis who took care of him. And when he wanted to venture forth, it was Eldruis who encouraged his mother to let him leave the forests of Folicia to go outside.
And now he was dead
"DIE, YOU CLOCKWORK MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
Throwing another flaming tier-4 Vine Flamesplosion at Gears, he used it as an attack to through a roundhouse kick at Gears' face. "You. Killed. My. Uncle..."
Feeling his wrath, Gears quickly conjured a smoke gog, hiding to recuperaye from his injuries. "Valiant effort, young one. But how long can you keep it up...?"
Gears knew that Duncan was growing tired, for his unimpeded rage made him exert most, if not all of his energy against him. All he needed to do was wait, and the victory shall be him...
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Seeing an old friend of his fall down, Titus's world grew silent. Despite seeing Lewis carry Eldruis's body, he stood still. Despite Goblina bawling her eyes out, he stood still. Despite Duncan battling out against the mad Technopriest...
He
Stood
Still
For the first time since forever, he felt something stir inside of him. A righteous fury bubbled up within him, igniting his soul in a fiery rage. The barrier he felt within him, a thin yet resilient wall, slowly began collapsing, crumbling into tiny bits.
He had found it at last, the reason why chose to go to the Bureau all those years ago, when he picked up that relic millenia ago. Clenching his fists, the Wootforce began bubbling up, turning brighter and brighter, till it covered him in a sharp golden hue.
"Domain expansion, initiate..."