Edmund's dark aura pulsed again.
He leaned forward, eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling with frenzy.
"I want to see you scream when your little machines are shattered. I want to see you beg when your last drone falls."
He spread his arms wide toward the sky.
"Ahhh… and when your puppets are broken… you can crawl back to your mama…"
He sneered cruelly.
"Go suck her tits with your snot-covered face, little boy."
Only the storm of madness in Edmund's eyes moved, violent, endless, filled with hatred.
"Soon, boy... soon."
He smiled again.
"I will devour your power… with your screams still ringing in the air."
"And I'll grip your head…" Edmund growled, his voice like thunder behind a storm, "while you're still alive… still breathing… still struggling."
His eyes widened ,full of madness, lips pulled into a sneer.
"I'll drag you before your father... and your precious Mother."
He thrust his hand forward as if gripping something invisible, squeezing tight.
