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Critique, be honest!
“With my powers, I shall end this world,” cackled a young, tall, slender man hovering high above the ground. It was nighttime, the sky was pitch black and clear, and the moon lit like a candle in a dark room. The man’s messy cobalt gray hair, tanned skin, and dark purple eyes glowed. He wore a black ankle-length robe, and on its back, it had a purple circle with craters on it, resembling the moon in the sky, except that on his clothing red and blue clouds blanketed the moon. He wore purple sandals over his yellow socks. Surrounding his body was a dark, violet, and mysterious aura. He hovered above the largest forest in the world of Unnatural, the Forest of Life.
Beneath the robed man were broad, giant trees, which he tried to destroy with the purple beams that fired from his palms. When these beams touched anything, that thing would instantly wither and die. Within the trees lived a small civilization known as the Forest People, who were once outcasts of the Grass Nation. Most of them tried to hide by staying in the least noticeable trees so the robed man would not notice them, but they all failed in hiding from the man. While he was in the sky terrorizing them, some of the more daring and intelligent Forest People threw rocks at him, but none of them came close to his body. Within minutes, the man destroyed more than half of the population in the Forest of Life.
“Run, run, run,” laughed the man, with dark aura from his body gathering in his hands, and his smirk becoming bigger and bigger. “With this spell, I will end you all and there’s nothing you can do about it. Darkness Attribute: Void!” He looked down at the Forest People he was terrorizing as his dark aura transformed into an assortment of weapons, including knives, swords, and arrows, which rushed at the remaining Forest People and killed off every one of them, one by one.
“Now how’s about we make a deal,” the robed man yelled, floating around in the sky, pivoting his head to seek for yet another person on his mental death list. “I know that someone is still alive. I sense someone’s aura. I think you know what I’m looking for, so if you give me the information, I won’t turn this search game into a very unfriendly match of hide and go kill.”
“That’s a nice dress you got on Niche,” laughed a loud voice from a faraway distance. “Were you hoping to die in it?”
“Oh, shut up,” Niche scoffed eerily, spinning his head from side to side, trying to work out where the sound was coming from, while his dark aura disappeared from view. “This isn’t the time for a family reunion. And I am in the middle of something and I’d rather you not interrupt me.” He paused for a minute, before rotating his head a full one hundred and eighty degrees to his backside and laughing. “Or maybe it isn’t too bad. I can take you out now before you end up interrupting me later.”
“You shouldn’t try to insult your elders, especially your older brother. You used to be so quiet, scared, innocent, and even brave and now look at ya, full of fear. I wonder if that’s the reason you left the nation and turned to the terrorist organization, Full Moon, because you were scared of me, wasn’t it?” chuckled the voice, which, although becoming louder, it also seemed to be echoing from different places at once.
“I know where you are!” Niche yelled maniacally. “Don’t waste the little amount of aura you have on such a waste of an illusion.”
In a split second, a man, young-looking and tall like Niche, but much more muscular, materialized right in front of him and swung his fist close to the back…