"Kill? Kill your fucking ass! If anyone's dying first, it's you! Fuck you!"
Veil stepped forward, grabbed Caden Voss by the hair, and began stabbing—thud, thud, thud—over and over again.
Caden tried to resist, but even at his peak he wasn't Veil's match—let alone now, while he was critically wounded and on the brink of death.
Within seconds, his chest was riddled with gaping stab wounds, blood pouring freely from each one.
"Fuck... you vicious old bastard!" Caden cursed, blood oozing from the corner of his lips as his body collapsed backward in a straight line.
Even in death, he couldn't quite wrap his head around it.
All he had done was ask the old man to help him kill someone. Not only had he not received an answer—
He got stabbed eighteen times in under three seconds?!
What a pathetic way to die.
Blood Mandala, dragging her heavily injured body, limped over and glanced down at Caden's wide-eyed corpse.
She gave Veil a strange look.
