"H-he..." Dohans could only clench his fists in disbelief.
How the hell did he pull that off?
Suddenly, everything went silent. Not the calm of peace, but the oppressive stillness of a predator before its final strike.
Darian lifted his gaze. His eyes now radiated a scarlet and purple glow — the color of his soul's essence being burned.
*Wooosh!*
The energy around him didn't just rupture; it exploded like flames igniting. Darian shot forward like a dark-red bolt of lightning, tearing through space, his two daggers bathed in black light.
Looking at him, Dohans felt the cruelty, the bloodlust, the pain, the hate, the resentment, and despair pouring off him. With every step Darian took, the coldness and terror of death bloomed deeper in his heart.
Dohans's pupils shrank violently. He reacted on instinct before his mind could even process anything.
Fight? If he'd felt weaker before, doing that now would be the dumbest decision of his life.
