Chapter 59 – Into the Poison
In the northeastern part of the outer zone of the forest, the earth was soaked with blood—thick, dark, and multicolored, a gruesome palette that spoke of slaughter beyond imagination.
This wasn't the blood of one beast, nor two, but dozens, maybe more—trolls, orcs, goblins, ants, wolves, even a few mutated bears. Limbs were scattered like broken branches, intestines coiled like discarded ropes, heads rolled with eyes gouged or still wide in shock, mouths frozen in their final screams.
It was carnage. Unholy. Complete.
And atop a throne of corpses, carved from that gruesome mess, sat a young man.
Black silky hair, blood-red eyes like shimmering blood. Not a scratch on him. Not a single thread out of place. His clothes were pristine, his posture relaxed, and in his hand, he held a red katana that pulsed faintly with annoyance.
Kaden glanced at Reditha with mild disbelief.
"Really? You're refusing now?"
