"Havoc!" Otis gasped, his voice a strangled cry, terror eclipsing the pain of the blood roses. "It's not what you think! I was joking—please, don't kill me!" His fear of Havoc dwarfed even Aaron's threat, his focus shifting to appease the titan he deemed the greater peril.
"You should know better than to speak traitorous words," Havoc said, his voice a glacial decree, devoid of mercy. He stepped forward, his hand—deceptively small—expanding to dwarf Otis's head, its size shifting with unnatural ease, like a planet condensing into a fist. "I don't offer second chances."
"Please!" Otis sobbed, his eyes brimming with dread as he pleaded, the stench of death closing in like a noose. "I was overwhelmed by him—he's the enemy, not me!"
"Too late to choose," Havoc replied, his hand closing around Otis's head. With a sickening crunch, he crushed it, brain matter splattering across the crystalline floor, the hall falling silent save for the guards' horrified gasps.
