Erend did not realize what he was doing. His body moved on instinct, driven by a mind that was drowning in anger and fury that was impossible to contain.
Every thought that could have stopped him disappeared beneath the rage consuming him. He launched himself at his mother and Arty with terrifying speed, his vision turning into a blur of black and red as he attacked whatever stood in front of him.
He no longer knew what he was striking. He no longer knew where he was. His mind was completely blank, leaving only the instinct to attack again and again.
Then, without warning, his consciousness returned.
Erend stopped and looked around in confusion. His breathing was heavy and ragged as he stood in the middle of the devastation.
For several seconds he could not understand what he was seeing. Two mangled bodies lay on the ground in front of him. Their clothes were torn apart and their bodies were covered in blood and terrible wounds.
