NATHANIEL'S POV
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I discovered Lucas' ashes in a secluded warehouse in the woods. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on the desolate surroundings, and a shiver ran down my spine as I stepped into the grim space. The air was heavy with an acrid scent, a lingering residue of something sinister. My footsteps echoed hollowly against the cold, concrete floor, each step a reminder of the secrecy and darkness that had unfolded within these walls.
My heart raced as my eyes fell upon the remnants of what once was a formidable tiger, now reduced to ashes scattered like whispers of a forgotten tale. It seemed that someone had wielded the deadly Bik, a weapon capable of inflicting such irreversible destruction on a creature as powerful as a tiger. The sight before me s
