"How dare you kill my friend! I won't let this slide, you fucking creatures!" Theo screamed.
He was deeper in his berserk state than before—blood streamed from his mouth, his grin gone feral, and yet tears streaked through the red on his face. Rage and grief warred in his eyes.
He swung the Spear of Enyos with brutal force, each strike a promise of annihilation, but the lesser void terrors moved like living shadows. They battered him back and forth; he was thrown and slammed around like a ragdoll. Four of them pinned him down, clawing and tearing, while the rest—more than thirty—ripped through the crowd, feasting on anyone they found inside and outside the park.
Theo's roars cut through the chaos, a mix of fury and pain, but he kept fighting, even as the odds crushed him.
Then, as the lesser void terrors closed in, jaws gaping and claws dripping with blood, it became clear—Theo was at his limit.
He could barely move, his body a canvas of bruises and cuts. The world around him blurred, the screams, the chaos—it all started to fade into a dull hum.
His thoughts scattered and collided—memories flashing one after another.
The late-night arguments, the stupid jokes that made no sense, the moments he and Adrian swore they'd conquer the world together.
'So this is what they mean when they say your life flashes before your eyes…'
He chuckled weakly, a crooked grin forming through the tears streaming down his bloodied face.
"Pathetic," he muttered. "Guess I'm really gonna die here, huh?"
A tear rolled down his cheek as he whispered, almost fondly—
"I hope we meet again… in the next life, Adrian."
A wild surge of energy tore through the park, shaking the ground and splitting the air like a storm. The source—me.
My body burned with raw power, the same transformation that had happened in that black void now manifesting in reality. The lesser voids froze, their claws suspended mid-strike, stopped cold by the sheer pressure of my aura.
Theo was inches from death.
I stood, grinning through the smoke and blood.
"Who the hell said I was out of the fight, huh?! You fuckers picked the wrong corpse!"
Before the monsters could react, I vanished—no, moved faster than sight.
In a blink, four of the lesser void terrors that had cornered Theo were cleaved in half, their bodies collapsing like butchered meat.
"Hey, Theo," I said, landing beside him, my daggers still humming with energy. "We're not dying to these bitches. Stand up, my friend—it's not over yet."
He tried to say something, but instead stumbled forward and hugged me tight. It caught me off guard. It felt weird—awkward even—but his body shook, and I realized he was crying.
"Adr—Adriaaaan!!" he sobbed.
I laughed softly, patting his back. "Hey, man… who said I'd die to shit like this? I awakened, remember?"
He looked up, tears and blood mixing down his cheek, and for the first time since this nightmare began—he smiled like a normal human.
As I turned, the remaining lesser voids were staring at me—if you could even call it that—with their twisted mouths and trembling bodies. For the first time, they looked afraid.
I smirked. "Welcome to the butcher's kitchen."
And then—whoosh.
I was gone. A blur slicing through the air. The ground cracked beneath every step, the wind itself howling around me.
All that followed were screams and wet sounds of tearing flesh.
SKKRRR!!
Blood mist filled the air, raining down like a crimson storm. My daggers danced through them, guided by something primal. Every movement was smooth, deliberate—beautiful in its brutality.
"[Mutilation]," I whispered.
A ripple of energy tore through the field, and seven of the lesser voids were split apart, cleanly, precisely—like meat under a master's blade.
Their bodies fell in unison, and the silence that followed was almost holy.
About nineteen lesser void terrors were left—out of the thirty-eight that had appeared.
I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders as if this was all just another warm-up. "Let's end this," I said, a grin creeping across my face. The kind of grin Theo always wore before doing something reckless.
My eyes glowed—hungry, wild. I must've looked like a predator that had just found its prey.
I started walking toward them. Just walking.
Some of the lesser voids froze in place, trembling, while a few of the braver—or dumber—ones lurched forward. The moment they stepped within five meters, my aura pressed down like a collapsing world. Bones snapped, muscles tore, and one of them crumpled to the ground, crushed under the weight of sheer pressure.
I appeared in front of it, dagger in hand. "Wait until I'm done, trash."
My voice was low, cold… but my face—my face was twisted in pure ecstasy. Was I angry? Or happy? Even I couldn't tell. The rush, the blood, the heat—it was intoxicating.
I slammed the dagger down.
SPLAT!!
The head burst like an overripe fruit.
Then I moved again—faster than sight, faster than thought.
By the time I stopped, six seconds had passed. Fourteen corpses hit the ground in unison, torn apart, limbs scattered like confetti in a storm of blood.
Silence.
I stood in the middle of it all, breathing heavily, grinning through the pain. My wounds burned, but I didn't care.
<[End of chapter 13]>!!