A loud roar escaped from Regan's throat as he slit the neck of the last enemy who was standing. He stood amidst the dead bodies as blood dripped down from all over his body, as though he bathed in blood.
Not all of them were dead, some were hiding while some stood far away from him, shaking and trembling with fear, watching as he ripped off their hearts and separated their heads from their body. They didn't dare to attack him even though they had weapons with them.
Regan knew they wouldn't dare to touch him again now that they have seen what he did to the rest.
He looked around and he could feel his men holding their breath. They were also horrified at the sight of him. He wasn't surprised, he had expected it and accepted the fact. He hoped they would get over it soon and accept it just the way he did.
Darius approached him, the only one of his men who dared to come close to him and wasn't fazed by the situation.
