After being unconscious for several days, the town's mayor finally came to in his own bed.
He distinctly remembered what had caused him to collapse, so, the first thing he did upon waking was reveal himself from beneath the bed covers.
But it was all too late. If he wished to live, the only thing the Potion Master could do had already been done.
The option was a fast and sharp cut—quick and painful!
He wasn't concerned about his personal safety. If the mayor dared to mess with him, then all the mercenaries of the Mercenary Guild would have a bone to pick with this town's leader.
Thus, what transpired did so, and apart from opening his mouth wide and gasping from the pain below due to shock, he could do nothing else.
This sense of helplessness started brewing in his heart, like the temptation from demons, gradually twisting into something else.
It was the deadliest demon lurking in the human heart, which would unscrupulously release all brutality and violence.
