The first punch landed on William's face like a mountain.
Crack!
Elion's fist crashed into William with a sickening crunch that echoed sharply through the corridor.
The sound of the bones in his face cracking was almost disgusting as William's face visibly caved in from the impact.
The sheer force sent his body flying backward across the room as blood and teeth sprayed out of his mouth in a violent arc.
Elion had not held back, not even a little.
That punch carried every ounce of strength he physically had in him, but he wasn't done. Not even close. He wanted him to feel the same pain he had inflicted on her.
He wanted William to feel true despair. He wanted him to feel pain until he begged for a quick death, and then he would not grant it to him. No, death was too merciful an escape for a beast like him.
Before William's body could even hit the wall, Elion had already moved again.
