Chapter 48
Drogen stood towering over the man, his presence suffocating, his gaze as cold as death itself. The man lay sprawled on the floor, trembling, his eyes darting between Drogen's face and the tips of his boots as though looking for any escape.
"Crushed to bits, you say?" Drogen's voice was low, almost playful, yet each word was like the blade of a knife, cutting into the man's sanity.
The man's lips quivered as he dared to speak. "W-what did you do to them?" His voice cracked, defiance barely masking his fear.
"Oh," Drogen replied with a sinister smirk, crouching to meet the man at eye level. "You mean those fools? Let's just say they're probably on their way to the afterlife."
He leaned in closer, his breath cold against the man's ear. "But you… you're lucky. You get to live. For now."
