He turned away from the boy he had butchered without mercy, exhaling in frustration.
"I went too far… I shouldn't have lost control like that."
After burying his opponent beneath an avalanche of brutality,
Mergo forced himself to move on, his attention shifting to the other corpses around him.
He just couldn't comprehend it—
A monster who had slaughtered a thousand men talking about saving anyone?
That…
That was what truly made him snap.
"Now then… where did that beast sever Lawrence's head?"
Mergo stepped deeper into the sea of blood, one step at a time, searching for his subordinate.
"That boy possesses the highest purity among us all—and regeneration that rivals even the strongest demons. He'll survive… even if only a fragment of him remains."
Lawrence was nothing more than a fifteen-year-old child, with barely any experience.
He was more like a beast that fought purely on instinct ... And that instinct, despite his raw power, wasn't enough.
