Purely an Accident…

The scrawny fellow slowly rose to his feet. His body looked as though a gust of wind could knock it over, filled with a withered aura. There was no magic, no divine power, nor any other form of energy. The only thing there was, was the Black Light seeping through the gaps between the fingers of his tightly clenched fist, enough to make one's heart tremble. It seemed that this Skinny Man possessed not the slightest bit of power himself.