Within the dimly lit training room, the air was heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by the soft hum of residual energy. A young man stood in the center of the room, his gaze fixed upon the motionless bodies scattered before him like discarded dolls. The only difference being the dolls were moving slightly from time to time like a broken recorded one.
His crimson eyes gazed upon those lying; he hummed with coldness. "This is what you get without using your brain. There is a reason why it is here." He spoke as he approached those while grabbing a vial from his spatial ring.
'It is good that I brought that here.' Callius studied the vial, his mind flickering with memories of the battles that had led to this moment. 'I knew something like this would be bound to happen.' As he grabbed the vial filled with the black liquid, he approached the body of the leader.
