As the crimson moon glided across the night sky, the desperate wails originating from the depths of the sun temple did not cease.
The Antlered High Priest, who had been confident that the offering would appease the sun god, found doubt creep into his mind.
"Why… why… why?"
The werewolf stood before Adam, his glassy eyes intently studying the human.
"What… are… you?"
Due to the sheer intensity of the torture Adam had gone through, he was barely conscious. The only time he was conscious was, in fact, when spikes and iron were being stabbed into him.
He had believed pain was an old friend. A friend that he had encountered many times in the past. A friend that he didn't feel intimidated by.
But this… this was a new kind of friend.
His eyelids felt as though they carried the weight of a mountain. They fluttered, and his gaze locked onto the dumbfounded high priest standing there in front of him like an idiot.
