Zeus stood over the fallen bodies of Zarek and his minions, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Did he really just die from anger?" he muttered to himself, the thought almost absurd. "I've never seen someone kick the bucket just because they got too mad."
[You really are a bastard,] the system chimed in, its voice dripping with arrogant amusement. [Imagine being so infuriating that you can kill someone just by getting under their skin. I've got to say, that's a talent.]
Zeus shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "What can I say? His mind was too weak." He dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand, but as his gaze swept over the scene, his confidence began to waver.
The other guild members, those who hadn't been directly killed by his attacks, were also sprawled out on the ground, lifeless. The strange sight made Zeus's smirk fade into a frown. Something wasn't adding up.
