After an hour had passed, Jayden made all the trolls disappear and then turned to look at all the bandits who were a complete mess by now, they all had dead eyes, as if life had been completely sucked out of their bodies.
" So, what do you think of your past actions now or do you want more time to reflect on it? " Jayden asked, standing up from his throne.
With great difficulty, the leader murmured: " N-No moee, pweese... " He was having difficulty speaking since his mouth was severely injured.
" Fine, I forgive you all. " Jayden said, closing his eyes. " But the ones who suffered under your hands aren't going to let you go so easily. "
The chief had just breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard Jayden's last words and a feeling of dread filled his heart again.
" DEMONIC DEVOURING ARTS: ETERNAL SUFFERING "
