No thought behind the High Millinar's eyes.
No reason nor strategy.
Just the berserk, feral desire to kill.
It was the pain from his ruined body that had shattered his mind, or perhaps it was the savage, crushing frustration that he was the one who had doomed Diamantona to a bad ending. If he hadn't incited Rex's wrath by toying with Davina, Diamantona might've won the clash.
And with High Lord Rashal drained to a helpless husk after his own duel, victory was near.
It was easy to take out the remaining warriors; there would be no stopping them.
But the mistake was already done, and the weight of that failure had broken him completely.
Swish—!
Slowly, his killing intent spilled out into the air like a toxic miasma, thickening the atmosphere until it became suffocating. Vadyn struggled to draw a full breath as the killing intent was solely fixated on her.
Her chest tightened with terror and oxygen deprivation.
'I can't fight him anymore.'
