"Muahahaha…!" Elmas cackled like a mad man.
"Again!" He roared.
"You dare show your face and fangs before me again!" He scratched his face with his long nails as blood flowed, making adrenaline to pump through him.
"Again…!" He cackled madly. "The Fate Society!"
"AGAIN…! THE F*CKING FATE SOCIETY!"
He roared like a mad Lion and the next moment; his astral energy went haywire.
BOOM!
Even as his blood-red energy erupted like an avalanche, fueled by his rage and hatred, the shackles in his mind hiding that specific memory that he tried to run away from also shattered.
In reality, Elmas was still filled with rage, pulling his machete and about to pounce at the beasts but in his mind, he just went back years into his past.
To Elmas, time seemed to slow down.
Everything played in slow motion before him, he seemed to become the God of Time and yet, he was not the one in control of it.
