'If only I didn't listen to that idiot.' Cold sweat dripped down his face as he watched the massacre unfold before him.
He watched aghast, too scared to even breathe.
Limbs were sent flying in all directions, blood splattered everywhere.
A second? No, that seemed too much; no one even withstood him for up to that time.
After seeing him kill all the others so casually, he fell on his butt.
Too scared to even move.
Flee? Akhil moved like the wind... It made escape sound like a dream.
He had killed everyone, including their leader, and now, with his gaze on him, he didn't even think before his mouth opened.
"Please—"
"Where is he?" He felt a cold chill from that voice. His body stiffened and his pupils shrank, his entire body shivering uncontrollably.
Akhil walked up to him, grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt, and raised him up like a weightless feather.
His deep crimson gaze stared into the man's fear-filled eyes, burrowing into the depths of his terrified soul.
