Before people realised what's happening, Das had already started his rampage. Even he doesn't know what he is doing or who he is killing.
Like insects burning to fire. The Taurus family members and their army began falling to the ground in the hands of burning Das.
The battlefield of Hope Island was drenched in blood, and the sky was darkened by the sheer intensity of the carnage unfolding below. Das stood at the center, his cursed red sword glowing with an ominous crimson hue, dripping with the blood of the Taurus family's fallen.
He moved with an unrelenting fury, his figure a blur of motion, striking down enemies with such ferocity that even the bravest warriors trembled in fear.
On his shoulder lay Thea's lifeless body, her pale face a painful reminder of what had been taken from him. Her blood had soaked into his shirt, mixing with the tears that continued to stream from his eyes.
