Master Lucas

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal, it is the courage to continue that counts."

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"Look who is here? His face seems familiar, but why can't I recognize you?" The man said in glee.

Arthur sulked when he saw a smirk on the man's face. "Wipe that old smirk from your face Lucas."

The man in white robes was none other than God Lucas, the god of time. Well, at least that is what normal people describe him. He is solely responsible for unnatural phenomena that occur from time to time everywhere. He has a unique power to pass through time. Well, the power is certainly cool despite the fact that it isn't.

Lucas looked like a man in his early thirties. His facial features were unparalleled, unlike Arthur, his face had a divine shine that was impossible to find among mortals. His waist-length silver hairs were casually scattered over his shoulder. They were straight like needles but at the same time, silky.