Cassel — POV
Whoever dares to desire my riches…
I will end their existence.
I will end their lives in a manner that is excruciating and gradual, ensuring their existence becomes a curse from the moment they enter this world.
They will regret ever being born, never experiencing life, never longing for what they shouldn't have.
They will lament the moment their avaricious self dared to aspire to own what belongs to me.
Exactly like those individuals.
I severed all their limbs.
Yet I spared their lives.
I held the final drop of their wretched existence hanging between life and death.
The earth under my feet was slick with dense, dark blood steaming into the chilly air.
Their cries surged and receded like tides, colliding in a symphony of suffering that resonated through the barren remnants.
The scent of blood and dread saturated my breath until I could nearly savor it.
They were weeping.
Soliciting.
Moving in circles with the little energy they had remaining.
