I watched as Peter's face shifted from initial exhilaration to sudden despair.
I was telling the truth. There were only seven thugs inside, and their strength was nothing remarkable, probably just like the ones I'd fought by the city gate. Had they stayed on the same floor, it would have taken me even less time to get rid of them.
And during that moment, I truly realized just how monstrous I'd become.
A thug I'd once needed to be careful around, the kind I would have feared in my old life, was now no different than an ant I could simply trample.
Suppressing the throbbing in my skull, I shot him a furious glare, then clamped my fingers over his mouth, effectively cutting off any further sound.
If Peter let out one more noise like that, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't knock him unconscious just for the sake of peace and quiet.
