Kazar's red eyes shrunk in confusion as they narrowed into dangerous slits.
"Gone?"
He echoed, voice still carrying all throughout the tent.
"Threshal is dead? Impossible!"
His growl deepened into a feral snarl as he loomed over the trembling messenger.
"You're telling me that a Red Demon commander's beacon just… disappeared? How!?"
The messenger gulped, sweat dripping down his forehead.
"I— I don't know, General! The beacon just… flickered out! One moment it was there, and then—"
The messenger didn't get the chance to finish before his head was grabbed and squeezed until it burst like a watermelon.
Kazar's gaze darkened even further, not bothered one bit by the fact that he had just killed the messenger in cold blood.
"Damn it all!"
He roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of the tent.
