When Beniogre saw Rudra in his half mad state, she felt goosebumps arise all over her body.
She was a monarch, a being hailed as the pinnacle of power in the controlled universe, yet she felt like a rabbit being stared at by a rabid tiger when Rudra merely threw a glance in her direction.
His intense eyes with different colours that depicted conflicting emotions and his rugged hair that looked like he had pulled them out from the scalp at parts made Beniogre gulp a mouthful of saliva as she could not reassure herself that Rudra was feeling mentally stable.
" He won't kill me will he? When I try to operate on him?" Beniogre asked Odin who merely shrugged his shoulders at the question.
