Cassius then sighed and let the bloody rock and mangled corpse fall to the side, his hand releasing it with a dull thud.
His face was splattered with blood, streaks of crimson dripping down his cheek and jaw. His expression remained eerily calm, his breathing steady as he gazed down at the mangled remains.
The room was silent save for the ragged breathing of the servants, their faces pale and drawn. Some clung to each other for support, their knees threatening to give out beneath them.
And then it happened—what they feared, yet somehow expected. Cassius turned to face the trembling crowd, his crimson eyes sweeping over them like a predator sizing up his prey.
To the servants, he no longer looked human.
