Rage Pill: When Men Become Rage Monsters [Part-2]
"RAAAHHHH!!"
That scream—if you could even call it that—didn't sound human anymore. It ripped out of his throat like something primal, shaking the damn ground, rattling the broken bones of nearby ruins. His veins bulged, alive and throbbing across his neck, his forehead, his whole face like they might burst. The air around him twisted, warped from the raw, violent storm blazing off him. It wasn't just power anymore.
It was hunger. Bloodlust. Like something had been torn loose inside him—something feral, something that didn't care who lived or died.
A roar—monstrous, deafening—tore through the smoke-filled street, louder than the collapsing rubble, louder than the fires still burning. Something inside him had awakened. Something old. Something with no name.
"Come," Captain Black muttered, voice low, blade rising slow and steady like it weighed more than steel. His eyes didn't waver. "I've fought worse than you."
No more words.
