Only a demon could subject a fellow human to such pain without even displaying a single emotion.
They all saw Draven as a demon at this moment.
But for White King, the one on the receiving end of everything,
he saw something worse.
Death.
Everyone possessed a different representation of death.
Most believed death was a dark-robed skeleton wielding a sharp scythe. A few were bold enough to imagine death as a sexy succubus.
But for White King.
His representation of death.
A faceless, shadowy being with red, glowing eyes, and the word (Death) floating above its head in black mist.
This was what he saw.
It sent fear into his soul, an unbelievable amount of it.
And worse, he could not even show that fear, as his body, including his nervous system, was now under Draven's command.
And that command, Draven suddenly seized.
At once, White King's body jolted back to life.
