"I'm sick of you throwing around 'necessary sacrifice' like it's nothing!"
"I'm tired of you constantly scheming 'Red Moon'..."
"And all your talk of greatness!"
"This punch is for the people of The Seventh Box Garden World!"
"This punch is for the 'Father of the Ocean'!"
"This punch is because you talk too damn much!"
Colin straddled his opponent, his face twisted in rage, as he pummeled the Rat, smashing from its skull, sternum, to its limbs—gradually breaking them all into pieces.
Blood and bone shards sprayed everywhere.
Countless unseen swarms of rats frantically surged forward as if trying to save their master.
However, no matter how many came, they burned to ashes like moths to a flame…
Meanwhile, as he continued punching, pleas and screams from the Rat echoed in Colin's mind.
"Let me go, let me go..."
