Confusion was apparent on everyone's faces, and they stared at the man with impatience as he deliberately teased them, dragging on his last word.
Zerra waited for the man to utter his next word. Someone they were familiar with? Who was it?
The man had a gleeful look on his face, seemingly happy he elicited reactions from them. He repeated his words a few times, only stopping when he was about to mention the name.
It made them impatient, and Nyra couldn't help but step forward, pulling his collar. She demanded roughly, "Say it."
"Alright." He had a mocking look on his face. "Since you asked for it…"
Seeing the man's relieved expression, Zerra's pupils constricted. She had a bad feeling about this. And her premonition was truly on point.
"His name is–" The man uttered some intelligible words. They couldn't make out because he had exploded into bits of flesh and splashes of blood.
