Chapter 11: Braden
My anger and strength were unquenchable as I tore through the caravan of witches like a tornado. Witches screamed and scurried away in horror as I ripped apart their tents, shattering magical artifacts and destroying any sign of them being here. With each powerful blow, my energy only seemed to increase. I felt invincible in that moment and nothing could stop me from doing what I felt was right.
Soon enough, the caravan had been reduced to rubble. There was no trace left of the witches’ presence but a few scattered items around the area. I felt powerful again, whole. I needed this.
The sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching against my raw power was exhilarating. I loved feeling the rush of force as I decimated people who deserved it. Sure, some witches managed to
