They were all dismembered. Not a single limb was attached to their bodies, not even their heads. Luke looked forward to the moment that his beloved friend would match make the severed body parts together. Imagining Axel's grim expression was like a douse of medicine to his wounds.
Luke Cain touched his chest. Blood stained his palm. His cruel grin did not vanish even after seeing his own blood flowing from his torn chest. One more centimeter and his heart would have been pulled out from his body. "My beloved friend finally decides to show his canines."
Closing his eyes as he leaned on the tree trunk, Luke did not lose the grin plastered on his face.
The pain from his torn flesh could not be seen in Luke's expression. But the pale face and cold sweat did not hide the sorry state he was in. It was only a pity that he did not bring a pill that would heal him instantly simply because he was too complacent.
