Suddenly, I felt as though everything I looked at turned red, perhaps because my master's blood had flowed into my eyes, or maybe I cried tears of blood from overwhelming grief, or it could have been that I had become possessed.
I glared at the nightmare creature with hatred, wishing I could strip its sinews, flay its skin, drink its blood, and gnaw on its bones.
The nightmare seemed to relish my expression, and with a forceful bite, my master's head rolled onto the ground, his body limp as it slid to the floor.
Meanwhile, it continued to crunch and chew my master's flesh with a krrunch, krrunch sound.
I felt I had gone mad, yes, I had to avenge my master. I lunged at the nightmare, biting and tearing at its body with my own mouth.
With every bite I took, a fishy stench filled my mouth, making me want to retch, but I didn't care—I had to avenge my master.
