Even though most of the bones in his body were severely dislocated, Augros refused to pass out. No amount of pain right now was enough to overshadow the terrifying sight before him.
Zarria was dead.
Her body lifelessly fell as Angelus ruthlessly pulled his hand out of her stomach. Her blood painted the sands the dark tint of red.
A member of the Theocheirós Clan didn't stand a chance against the Demon King.
He began to wonder if even Dheinyrus was powerless against such a being.
But above all, among those thoughts and emotions, one resonated the strongest.
Rage.
Not for the Demon King who killed Zarria, but for himself who was unable to do anything about it. Even now, moving just a twitch caused unbearable pain to course through his whole body.
In a blink of an eye, Angelus was already standing before him, observing his pitiful state.
"Aren't you supposed to be the strongest warrior?" he mocked with an innocent tone.
"What are you doing there on the ground? Get up."
