"Why?" Adam muttered coldly.
His gaze laced with killing intent drilled into the elf, Mira, whom he had grabbed by the neck and pressed against a mushroom tree.
He had already torn her arms off of her shoulders and shattered her kneecaps. Moreover, he had even used healing potions so she didn't die immediately from blood loss. The youth wasn't done with her yet.
He needed answers.
"Why?" He repeated.
Mira looked back at Adam, tears streaming down her face and her body trembling from sheer pain. She couldn't help but curse her misfortune for crossing paths with this monster in front of him.
She knew that Adam wouldn't let her live. Moreover, even if she somehow managed to survive this encounter, she would forever be a cripple and never be able to pick up her bow again. But that wouldn't happen, for death was a forgone conclusion.
