'No... Not again!'
Slash!
Crunch!
'It should never happen, ever. I need to regain control, somehow!'
Splash!
'I- I can't do it! Flunra... He's keeping the Slave Mark active!'
Growl!!
Raahh!
Demon Lord Kirgil could only complain and shout inside his head, unleashing the frustration and helplessness that he was forced to experience. His body wouldn't listen. No matter how much he tries, the carnage wouldn't stop.
Five minutes have passed, and the damage to the legion was catastrophic.
In a breeze, his own force was scattered.
Contrastingly, the enemy forces ran to the safety of the walls, letting him run rampant freely.
Even though his willpower is still burning strong, blazing with the desire to regain control and stop the massacre he was committing, his claws were now coated heavily with the blood of his own kin that he had killed.
