NARRATOR

If Dracomir’s jaw hadn’t been so firmly attached to his skull, it would’ve dropped to the floor in shock.

Through the cracks that shattered the entire ground and shook the fortress’s foundations, some humanoid figures jumped out, screaming.

"Dracomir… it’s those degenerates!" Alan shouted too, stunned.

They would never forget them, not even in a thousand years. So many emotions stirred inside his chest, rage took over... until he realized they were just corpses.

The heads that had been