[There is no point in taking your anger out on them anymore, host. They are already dead.]
The system said inside his head. Evan glanced below, at his bloodied hand and his clothes that were soaked with their blood, d and their internal organs that were shattered by him many times during this period.
He was surrounded by a pool of blood. But even after all that, his anger still hadn't cooled down.
He again smashed their head, making their entire body shatter in the process. There was not a thing remaining of them anymore except the pile of their shattered organs.
[You should take a deep breath, host. Calm your anger now. With the way you have killed them, they won't be able to recover from their mental damage even in their other life.]
Evan listened carefully to the system and took a deep breath. Then, a spark of flame, jet black in color that was emitting dread and the aura of death, appeared on his fingertip.
It was the demonic flames.
