[First POV]
Within the academy grounds, the sound of something heavy being dragged echoed through the air as a boy, completely drenched in blood from head to toe, walked forward.
His body was riddled with injuries, some of them still gushing freely, yet he wore a crazed smile.
And who else could it be, if not the glorious me.
As for what I was dragging behind me… yeah. It was the limbless body of the guy I had so painfully made suffer.
Now, trust me, I don't actually enjoy inflicting this kind of pain. I would have much rather killed the poor bastard outright.
But this was necessary.
And honestly, anyone in my position, after being pushed this far… to the point where even I wasn't sure I would make it out alive, would have done the same.
"Hey, man… are you still alive?" I asked politely. After all, I couldn't have him dying before he got to see that spineless bastard.
And who knows… if this guy survives long enough, I might even reward him a little for all his trouble.
