The blood and mud clinging to Fenrir was several centimeters thick, some of it dried and blackened from long exposure to air, while more was freshly acquired in recent battles, still dripping with scarlet blood.
His dark purple eyes reflected the terrified faces of the corporate executives, staring at everyone present with a chilling gaze.
Panic spread like a plague through the surroundings, as if the air had frozen.
These corporate executives always considered themselves the elites of humanity, believing they were superior to ordinary people.
But in the face of absolute equality in death, they not only failed to maintain their composure, some were even so frightened they lost control, with fetid liquid relentlessly trickling down their pants legs.
