CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE
My mind is gone, replaced by instinct and fury.
Then I move.
One step, and the world blurs. I rip through the first line of rogues, claws slicing, bones snapping. Screams fill the air but I don’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. Each strike, each kill, each spray of blood does nothing to ease the fire inside me.
Even my soldiers flee, afraid of my wrath.
I find Anita through the haze. Her face pale for once, her smug confidence cracking. Her power falters as I storm toward her, the ground cracking under my feet.