Meanwhile…
Cale moved like a flash of lightning across the sky, his speed tearing through the wind. He hadn't wasted a second—his instincts, his very blood, screamed at him that something was horribly wrong. Within moments, he arrived at the vacation house where his wife and daughter were supposed to be.
And what he saw made his blood run cold.
The house… was unrecognizable. The once-pristine home had been ripped apart, the walls barely standing, the floor covered in a thick, greenish-black slime. The scent of venom filled the air, burning his lungs even with just one breath. His body tensed as he looked around.
Bodies. His elite guards—men who had served him for years, who were among the strongest in his guild—lay motionless. Some convulsed weakly, their veins bulging and blackened. Others… were already dead, their flesh melted beyond recognition.
His daughter. His wife.
They were gone.
Cale's fingers twitched, his entire body trembling—not from fear, but from unfiltered, seething rage. His golden lightning crackled around him violently, reacting to his fury.
His eyes, once sharp with focus, burned with unbridled hatred. He knew exactly who did this. The venom, the destruction, the slow, excruciating death—
A low growl escaped his throat before erupting into a roar that shook the ruined house.
"POISON KING!"
The name alone dripped with venom, carrying a promise of absolute annihilation.
To be continued…