Zed was gripped by an unusual restlessness, in his view, the world teetering on the verge of noise and chaos.
Each nerve in his brain thrummed, assaulted by insidious whispers birthed from the souls beneath him. Those wretched spirits being devoured by monstrous entities.
He had no intention to stop.
With a mere tap of his forefinger, he triggered the explosion of rage within a monster. Its colossal body, likened to a collapsing mountain, fragmented, the remnants of its form crushing a wandering brute beneath its colossal weight.
A sigh echoed softly behind him.
Lucy resting her chin on Zed's shoulder from behind, showed her exasperation with a frail sigh.
"Can we stop?"
The question bore her annoyance toward this mundane slaughter and seemed to hold a hint of counsel.
"No."
Came Zed's curt reply.
