Fedran snaps his gaze back to Asepha.His eyes glow red. This is no sorcery. This is no blood magic. His eyes wide open. He becomes the embodiment of a psychopath looking at his prey.His grin is disturbing, his teeth grind with each other. His mouth is bleeding. Blood and saliva dripping from his chin.His eyes red like fire leaking tears. He's not sad. He has drown in his own madness.He utters a single word while clenching his teeth…
"...what?"
Asepha's breath caught in her throat.She staggered back, eyes wide, staring at the thing before her—no longer a man.
She faltered.Her legs gave out beneath her.She dropped to her knees, choking on a fear she could no longer suppress.
Her voice trembled as she looked up at him, face pale and broken.
"Curse you… and your mother's bones…" she rasped."Demon… you'll doom us all…"
A soft, pulsing red haze rose from Fedran's upper body.The air around him shimmered.
Then—he vanished.In a blink, he was upon her.Dragging red lines of mist along his short path.
A dagger pierced her from beneath the chin, skewering upward through her jaw, slicing through her tongue with a wet, cracking snap.She tried to scream, but only a thick, gurgling sound escaped.
With one swift motion, Fedran dragged the blade back toward himself—splitting her chin, her tongue, and both jaws in a slick, grotesque motion.A line of blood arced through the air.
He gripped her face—one hand on each cheek—and forced her mouth open.Her body twitched in agony.
He leaned in and spat with immense hatred into her mouth.
Then, without ceremony, he seized her hairand drove his dagger a final time—straight between her eyes.
Her head snapped back.As she began to fall on her back,he delivered a kick in her throat with the edge of his boot.
Her body spasmed.A fountain of blood burst from her mouth.
She collapsed onto her back, lifeless,eyes wide and glassy, throat shattered.
Silence followed.Except for the sound of Fedran's own heavy, animal breathing.
Ralme stood frozen.He couldn't comprehend what he had just witnessed.
Asepha's corpse lay twisted and broken in the mud,her mouth still agape, her eyes glassy and unfocused.Blood soaked the ground beneath her head.
Fedran didn't move.He just stood there, breathing heavily,eyes locked on the body.His chest rose and fell like a beastcoming down from the edge of a frenzy.
With each passing moment, the air seemed to lighten.The pressure around them—the haze of rage—dissipated.
Fedran's shoulders relaxed.His breath slowed.
But Ralme's eyes never left him.