Cagaro's breath came in ragged bursts as he slowly rose, every movement radiating simmering rage.
His fists clenched as his knuckles whitened. The grief for Blyke fueled a storm within him.
From the shadows behind, several guards emerged raising guns. The trigger was pulled and bullets rushed toward him.
But then... a tremendous aura erupted from Cagaro, invisible yet undeniable. The bullets wavered midair, bending unnaturally, as if the world itself obeyed his fury... just before falling harmlessly to the scorched ground.
Cagaro didn't pause. He exhaled... he felt very strange... what is this... emotions...
His body blurred with feral speed.
A single devastating strike connected with both their heads simultaneously. A burst of force exploded outward sending blood and two pair of eyes flying.
The remaining guards stunned and began to sweat nervously.
Cagaro's eyes glinted with a cold unyielding fury.
A mixture of grief and wrath that had been building for years was now unleashed...
The remaining guards barely had time to even register him before he reached them in a single predator like leap.
The first guard aimed a rifle immediately though shaking both hands. Cagaro lunged eventually, grabbing him by the face.
With a brutal twist, he pulled the man's jaw horizontally from inside by cheek. The cartilage and teeth giving way with a wet, tearing crunch. A sound similiar when you rip a clothe piece by hand.
"FEEL IT." he said with a monstrous voice but not noisily.
Blood and fragmented bone sprayed across the room. The man's screams cut short as consciousness fled him.
Cagaro tossed the body aside like a ragged puppet. He turned back. Now, half of his facials were covered by dark blood.
Another guard swung a baton in desperation. Cagaro caught it easily and then snapped it in half with one hand and struck the man across the chest.
Ribs splintered under the force puncturing their lungs; the guard began gasping. His blood bubbled from shattered teeth and lacerated throat.
Cagaro's fist drove into the man again, crushing the skull with a sickening wet crack.
And as it went further, more bones shattered, joints dislocated in unnatural angles, skin and sinew ripped under the pressure of his hands.
Limbs bent and tore in impossible ways separating from the torso. Spines snapped, vertebrae scattered like jagged coins on the floor.
"FEEL IT"
He tore through throats, crushed windpipes, pulled out tongues and crushed skulls with insanity as if shaping every death like a work of grim artistry.
Cagaro's movements were swift, merciless, almost choreographed in their lethal rhythm.
One guard tried to flee; Cagaro kicked him against the wall, snapping the femur with a wet pop, then grabbed the shattered limb and drove it into the man's own ribcage.
The floor was slick with blood and viscera, the air thick with the metallic stench of mortality.
Yet in the midst of this, there was something terrifyingly human about him.
He was not a mindless monster; he was a protector, an apprentice avenging a life given for everyone else though he didn't know what "Avenge" really meant like.
Every act of brutality carried a twisted honor, a message that nothing would escape his wrath.
Fifteen guards lunged at him with weapons raised but none survived a single moment.
The first he grabbed by the ears, tearing them back so sharply the cartilage split with wet, ripping sounds.
Blood spurted and the man's head flailed uselessly as Cagaro smashed it repeatedly against a concrete slab. Impacts sent crimson sprays across the scorched floor.
"FEEL IT"
Another guard swung a bat but Cagaro caught his wrist mid-swing.
He looked at the gaurd face to face with a cold look worth terrifying a beast.
He twisted the guard's hand backward nonstop until it tore free from the arm with a sickening snap of sinew and bone.
The man began to scream as loud he could, unfortunately it didn't help... He splattered his own throat veins.
Cagaro tossed the severed limb aside without hesitation and drove a knee into the man's chest, puncturing ribs.
Cagaro nails raked through flesh, tearing open a chest cavity, pulling muscles and organ tissue free as he held the guard aloft, a gory testament to his rage.
A third tried to aim a pistol.
Cagaro immediately kicked him violently in the pelvis. Crushing the weapon with a snap and then stomped him, shattering the pelvis further.
"FEEL IT"
He leaned down. Crushing the man's skull with the heel of his boot until the face was disfigured.
Blood rolled over the floor from the broken face like paint... the face was too unrecognizable that there was no difference between it and a muddy road in rainy season.
In moments, he had carved through the remaining guards, twisting necks until vertebrae popped, shattering limbs in impossible angles, ripping eyes from sockets and smashing skulls like cracking random pots.
He struck genitalia, chest and shoulders with brutal intent.
Leaving the room filled with the metallic scent of blood and the grotesque stillness of bodies in shape beyond recognition.
Several guards advanced in formation taking metal shields out. Locking themselves into a defensive wall meant to defend against monsters.
Cagaro did not slow down seeing it.
He stepped forward and drove a single punch into the center of the first shield. The metal rang for half a second.
Then tore open like paper under a blade. The impact carried through the shield into the man behind it, launching him backward into two others. All three slammed into the wall with spine-breaking force.
Another guard tried to recover the turn. Lifting his shield again. Cagaro grabbed its edge and yanked. The reinforced metal ripped free from its bolts.
Cagaro rose and bent a slab in his bare hands, folding hardened steel inward before smashing it down onto the guard's shoulders.
Eventually crushing him to the floor inch by inch, forcing the man to feel every second of pressure before death claimed him.
"FEEL IT"
A fourth rushed from behind with a blade.
Cagaro turned and slapped him across the face with terrifying force.
The crack spread like thunder. The guard's head twisted unnaturally, body spun sideways before collapsing lifelessly on the ground.
Gunfire resumed seeming there was no option left.
Cagaro blurred forward. Faster than their aim could track. Seizing several meters in a single burst.
He seized one man by the chest and hurled him across the hall, sending him crashing through a reinforced barricade.
Cagaro stood in the wreckage of corpses. His raw strength and monstrous speed turned the battlefield itself into his weapon.
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.
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Cagaro's brutality was not born from simple rage alone. Something deeper had taken hold of him... an internal mechanism reacting to emotions too intense to contain.
His chest rose and fell violently and the vapor escaped from his mouth was thin streams of pale mist curled into the hot air.
Inside his body, Runic Flow surged violently through his system spreading like a wire's current through veins and nerves.
Normally, it granted short bursts of enhanced strength or speed when controlled with discipline. But now, discipline was just a myth.
His emotions had taken control over him fully. It had become a parasite inside his consciousness.
Two forces of emotions caught him at once.
Resentment.
The refusal to accept Blyke's death kept whispering that this was not real. That the still body on the floor was an illusion that could be undone.
That denial created a strange endurance within him...
Yes, two of his emotions perfectly aligned in a form. His two aura types matched. He had unlocked the rare state, "Resentment".
Where that fury pushed his strength and agility far beyond normal limits. His muscles contracted with abnormal force, forming his internal emotions into visual destruction.
His speed increased not by tactical thinking as he used to do before,
But through emotional acceleration. His body reacted before his conscious could form any thought.
It was like he had no control on his body by himself, instead, his emotions were controlling his body with strings.
Yet this power came with a cost.
He was not fighting with strategy anymore... he was moving through instinct, driven by grief and denial rather than logic.
Cagaro was no longer entirely in control.
He was being carried forward by emotion itself, a living weapon powered by sorrow he refused to acknowledge.