While Kyle was panicking, a hoarse voice echoed from the heart of the darkness. It was strained and ragged, yet carried a cruel, twisted amusement, as if the speaker were mocking himself as much as his victim.
"Hehehe… scream, beg me! Ask this monster to spare your worthless life!"
It was Azazeal's voice.
His words were immediately followed by a piercing, painful scream that echoed in all directions, sending chills down the spines of everyone who heard it. Even the empty space within the darkness began to distort.
Kyle looked back. In the dark, his gaze taking in what no one else could see.
Far off, amidst the swirling darkness, one of the seven identical figures surrounding the seven-headed snake—now reduced by four of its heads—was slowly, inexorably, mercilessly crushing someone's heart.
