That memory, too, was washed away... until only one remained.
Drawing the runes on himself for the ritual, he smelled blood. A thick scent of blood.
Instantly, he knew something terrible had gone wrong. When he got to the forge, where he had left the children, and from where the smell came, he saw something that made him lose his mind.
At that moment, he realized Kallen walked a path not of simple hatred... No, it was hatred, but a different kind, one steeped in slaughter and massacre.
The children he had raised like his own, protecting them from the evil that was the surface, were all being slaughtered before his very eyes... by the one he had thought of as a student.
He knew, then, that perhaps he had created a monster... He had created his own monster. And thus, decided to put him down.
If Kallen thought he had rage, he would show him what true rage was.
