Warning: Gore ahead.
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[Music recommendation: Mos Elian - Drown In You]
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"Let's begin... shall we?"
At Gavriel's words, Kaden, who was closest to the exit, panicked and sprinted toward the door. But this time, it was not the dragon heads that blocked his path.
It was Gavriel himself, materialised in front of him out of thin air like smoke and shadows.
Kaden's eyes widened in horror as Gavriel caught him by the throat.
A cruel smile curled across Gavriel's lips as he whispered, "Let's start with you."
He tightened his grip, crushing the man's windpipe until Kaden's mouth fell open in a desperate struggle for air.
Gavriel's gaze dropped to his gaping mouth, his voice dripping with terrifying calm. "This is the tongue you used to spill such filth about my wife, isn't it? You won't be needing it where you're going."
Without a second thought, he thrust his hand inside, seized the man's tongue, and ripped it out by the roots.
