“Sorry, but it is your fault for starting this in the first place,” I state emotionlessly without even feeling at the least bit sorry. “You could have gone through a peaceful, immortal existence, but you just can’t, can you? You were so closed, and you even almost stupidly thought that you had succeed. But let me tell you something,” I cares the side of his cheek with the titanium blade I am holding, drawing a perfectly diagonal straight line across the side of his face, “if you think that you can hurt my siblings, and you are beyond dead wrong.”
Groaning in pain, his body jerks in instinct. Thought sadly, not even his monstrous instinct can help him this time.
Filled with screams and torment, the dungeon once again comes to life in hellish echoes. The conscious ones wail in fear, while
