The sound of the pickaxe hitting the spatial ores eventually came to a stop.
One after another, they noticed the guards who had constantly monitored them didn't let them rest, beat them up when they made a mistake, have their heads suddenly explode. To them, who were stuck here for years, some even lucky enough to survive for a few hundred years was surreal.
Words cannot describe how they felt right now; all of them went silent before one suddenly started laughing and kicking the headless corpse, followed by many others.
Davis ignored it all as he basked in the blood without screening it.
He didn't do it for them. He did it for his son, Azariel.
He felt the sweet feeling of release, revenge served on a luxurious platter that smacked his soul.
