"Stop it!"
The number of pained screams was enough to fill the entire mountain. The ones that were called once the most powerful army and outstanding individuals were shouting their lungs out from the intense pain in their heads. Some tried to fight it, but their weakened bodies didn't let them.
"Stop it, please!"
The one responsible for their suffering wasn't in a good state too. The handsome face of the Duke was sweating cold from his forehead and his eyes were now red with a hint of blue shining inside and giving him strength. He knew that the only way to take control over their will was to filter his shadows inside their memories. He knew that the best moment was when they were most vulnerable when they were starving and their thoughts were relaying on their instincts to survive.
