A Life Burned for Honor
"Haha…Shera, you are to actually try to prevent me?"
Dario's laughing laugh like the wrath of the thunder boomed throughout the sky. It echoed all over the broken land, and every survivor within the remnant of Martial Emperor Tomb felt their hearts sink with fear.
Endless black miasma coiled around him like millions of venomous snakes, greedily swallowing the nearby light and turning him into a nightmare made of nothing but dark, living energy.
Even though the Strange Origin gnawed at his soul and shredded away the last vestiges of his consciousness, it seemed that even that process seemed inadequate of satiating its hunger and the dark lines covered him till death where his blood-red eyes gleamed like embers where the madness blazed like a raging fire.
He clutched his sword tight on his right hand. He then pressed his left hand on his forehead, struggling to contain the riot occurring within him with all of his might.
Then he laughed again.
Wild.
