The Imperial City of Bangalore had a dark secret—the Shadow District. This was a place where failed stylists and dark-magic barbers hid from the law. Sufiyan walked through the narrow, neon-lit streets, his hand gripping his Silver Comb.
[System Alert: High Level of Negative Mana Detected!]
[Warning: Your 'Divine Light' will attract enemies!]
"I'm not here to hide," Sufiyan whispered. He activated his [Divine Aura], and a soft golden glow pushed back the darkness. Suddenly, he was surrounded by three men wearing masks made of human hair.
"The boy from Mysore," one of them hissed. "Give us the System, and we might let you keep your hands."
Sufiyan smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. "My hands are for styling, but today, they are for your lessons."
[Skill Used: Phantom Snipe!]
Before they could move, Sufiyan's scissors flashed like lightning. He didn't cut their throats; he cut the 'Mana Threads' connecting them to their dark powers. The men fell to their knees, gasping as their magic vanished.