Chapter 72
Death.
That was all Gazel could think about.
Death.
He wanted to kill. He needed to kill. Killing would refill the energy draining from him second by second. His body was weakening, but the hunger was rising. Rising like something alive inside him.
His mind emptied.
The demon took over.
His eyes burned crimson. A thin, deadly smile stretched across his lips.
With one goal carved into his skull, Gazel stepped out of the room he had been occupying. His movements were sluggish, but careful. Controlled. This place was filled with demon slayers. Surely there would be protection against creatures like him.
Runic circles.
Holy constructs.
Something.
Yet as he moved through the corridor, nothing stopped him. No barriers flared. No sacred scripts ignited. No divine pressure pressed down on his bones.
Was it fate?
Luck?
Or something worse?
He reached the backyard without facing a single restriction.
The more he walked, the angrier he became.
