"Who sent you here?" Zaen's cold voice reverberated over Jenkin's painful howling.
He had an indifferent and ruthless look on his face. It was a look none of them had ever seen on his face before. It was simply because no one of them had ever seen Zaen so pissed anymore. Just looking at his face gave goosebumps to Mack and Blanca.
Jenkin was in so much pain, his brain could not even register what Zaen was asking him. One of his hands had been ruthlessly ripped off, while the other one had been shattered into a hundred pieces. Numerous small broken pieces of bones could be seen protruding from his skin. He was lying face-first on the bloodied concrete flood, desperately trying to crawl away from the monster he had awakened but without his hands, even that was next to impossible for him.
