Chapter 45: Rage
Kneeling in front of the corpse before him as his hands saturated in blood, Jafar feared his own ability and the possibility of the things he can achieve, both evil and good swirled in his head, the world he knew turned upside-down, wreaking the values he has within and establishing his newfound mindset that chaotically changed his already subjective perspective. "Am I a monster...?" He asked himself, trembling before the result of harnessing his Fantasm Ability, which he thought was a joke at first, but turned out to be real and better than the portrayal of fiction he has on his mind. "No...!" A faint trembling voice answered, reciprocating Jafar's question taking over him. "You are..." Jafar can't exactly measure out his reaction to the woman getting closer. The woman's tattered clot
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