Chapter Ninety-Four – Silver
They would have made good specimens, if not that he only wanted them dead. Asher drew his sword down the head of the closest Lycan.
He shook it slightly then drew it out with a brain jammed on the sword. He would've smiled if he was in the mood. Nero's body on the ground flashed across his eyes.
"You bastard!!" another Lycan charged at him. In a swift movement, Asher drove the sword into his abdomen.
He pushed it in, then squeezed the brain on his sword, splashing it's slimy liquid inside the Lycan's abdomen and on his hand.
The Lycan dropped. Asher slashed his head from his body, then kicked it away as he moved. He turned back to the litter of Lycans he had made.
Body parts scattered about, he made sure of it. So that no matter what witch's magic that existed in the world, they'd never be able to regenerate those parts again.
