"Don't kill me!" Kevin's voice cracked with desperation as his knees hit the ground. His once arrogant face had collapsed into raw panic. "If—if you let me go, I won't tell anyone about the demonic blood! I swear it! I'll disappear—I'll never come after you again!"
Max sneered, his expression cold and merciless. "Have you ever heard the phrase… dead men tell no tales?" His voice was quiet, but it cut through Kevin like a blade.
Kevin's pupils constricted as sheer terror washed over him. His body trembled, his breath turned ragged, and without any care for dignity, he began to sob. "No, no, please—don't kill me! I don't want to die! I—I'll do anything!"
Tears and snot flowed freely down his pale face, mixing with the dirt and blood. He had once been a proud genius of the Void Soul Tower, feared and respected—but now, he was nothing more than a sniveling wreck, begging for his life.
