The Death Scare was an ability that forced a person to confront their deepest fear whenever they looked at Luke.
And at this moment, the one Gorrem saw standing before him was his deceased father.
His face turned deathly pale as he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. Every trace of the confidence he had worn moments ago vanished without a struggle.
The same man who had stormed the Chief's residence and beaten him without the slightest hesitation was now on the verge of wetting himself.
"What did you do to him?" Agram asked as he pushed himself to his feet.
His battered body failed him. His legs buckled, and he crashed back onto the chair.
Luke didn't even spare him a glance. His attention remained fixed on the broken man before him.
Drawing his dagger, he crouched beside Gorrem and clamped a hand over his mouth.
Shlink.
The blade carved a deep gash across the man's ankle.
His eyes bulged in agony.
"MFFFHHH!"
