Isiah burst into a fit of wild, booming laughter, sounding entirely unhinged. The raw, sadistic thrill he derived from obliterating a living vessel sent a shiver of pure terror through everyone present. That cruel satisfaction from exploding an opponent from within threatened to become a dark habit, an addiction taking root deep in his psyche.
Eijar could no longer bear to watch, especially after witnessing Zahir's dislodged eye slide across Isiah's cheek. Overwhelmed by nausea, she tightly shut her eyes to seal out the horrific sight.
Thick blood coated both of them, having stood mere inches away during the visceral detonation.
"Utterly revolting," Isiah spat, furiously wiping the dark gore from his face.
Eijar remained dead silent. Isiah retrieved her trembling form and set her onto his shoulder, offering Jaffar a terrifying, blood stained grin without uttering a word.
