Alicarde left the server room, leaving Kim behind, and stepped back into a scene of utter carnage.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and sweat, mingling with the stifling atmosphere of fear. Groans of pain echoed through the room as the wounded soldiers lay scattered on the ground. Blood caked the floor, painting a gruesome picture of his handiwork.
Broken bodies were strewn about, some slumped against walls, others lying in awkward, twisted positions. Yet, despite the brutality of the scene, not a single life had been lost.
'Yay me, a job well done if I don't say so myself,' Alicarde thought, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he surveyed the results of his power.
He walked toward their leader, who was slumped against the wall, his body battered and covered in blood. The man's breaths were shallow, and his face was pale from blood loss, the fire in his eyes had dimmed.
