Damon didn’t respond immediately. He stood perfectly still, his arms loosely wrapped around Aurora, crimson still dripping from the razor-sharp tips of his claws. His gaze was fixed forward, on the stunned man who had been orchestrating the entire assault, now frozen like a deer staring down an oncoming meteor.
The surrounding players, once mocking and arrogant, backed away instinctively. Some stumbled. Some looked around anxiously, and most turned to the leader to see what he was going to do now.
"How the hell did you come here?" Bertram trembled in rage, his whole frame taut with fury. This man in front of him should not be here. Blood God should not be here. He told him that Blood God will not come here and that he would have the chance to make Aurora his without any issues. But now...
His hands clenched into fists so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, drawing thin lines of blood. His eyes, already wild with shock, became utterly bloodshot, veins creeping across the whites like cracks in glass.
And through that haze of red, all he could see was her, the woman he had burned for, sacrificed for, bled for, so casually clinging to another man. Laughing. Kissing him like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Why did it have to be him? Him of all people? Since when has this been going on? Did she already sleep with him? Did he already taste the body that belonged to him and only him?
Aurora was his to do whatever with, and now another man was taking her right in front of him!
Something inside him snapped.
A storm of emotions erupted in his chest, lust curdling into hate, longing souring into something monstrous and poisonous. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was betrayal, humiliation, devastation. She had belonged to him. She was meant for him. And now?
She had spat on it. With that man.
"I will kill you," Bertram spat. "And I will kill you too whore! You acted like some pure white lotus, so high and mighty and now you are running to him like you are his little bitch?! I will kill you with my bare hands! I will let hundred of my men fuck you like the whore you are! See what I am going to-"
Damon sighed as he drained the blood essence from the guy. "Why do all of you have to give some sort of lengthy monologues? If you are a third-rate villain, act like it and just die already."
Damon received a notification, but he did not bother to check it at the moment. His gaze swept across the other players surrounding them. He then smiled at Aurora, giving her a nod. "I got your back, my love," Aurora shouted in return.
Damon once again chuckled helplessly as his figure disappeared. The next moment, another scream sounded in another part of the battlefield as a player dropped dead, blood spilling everywhere.
The slaughter began, and chaos and mayhem erupted.
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