Countless monsters surged toward Luca, and Brade Morningsong's maniacal laughter echoed across the sky, mocking the soon-to-be fallen genius with cruel disdain.
"That damn bastard! If Luca dies, I will never forgive him!" Donlow's eyes turned bloodshot, her fists clenched tightly, her whole body trembling with rage. The pain, anger, and sorrow in her heart transformed into killing intent. This was the first time in her life that she wanted to kill someone—she wanted to tear him apart, limb by limb!
Even Fuzzsir, who was usually the optimist, fell silent. Looking at the swarm of monsters, he muttered, "I'm just a necromancer. Even if I wanted to resurrect him, they'd at least have to leave a body behind."
The mentally unstable person just viewed the world differently—this didn't mean they lacked their own emotions.
