"Please… don't leave me," Althea whispered, her gaze locked on Zaroth above her.
"I won't leave," he replied, trying to reassure her.
The next moment Zaroth was kneeling on the ground with Althea's dead body resting on his thighs.
How? How? How? How? How?
"Who?! Who had the audacity to take someone from me again?!"
Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
He would make them pay—their lands, their loved ones, their families, their friends, their gods, their beliefs, their hopes, their dreams—all of it had to be slaughtered.
Not a single one was to escape. All of them were to be erased from the world.
No exceptions.
No mercy.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
…
Zaroth jolted upright with a gasp, his face was drenched in sweat and his hair messy. His heart was beating rapidly, and his hands trembling.
"Zaroth?" Luna, who had been playing with Nightshade, looked up at him with concern. "Are you alright?"
