Chapter 68.
Loki is on a merciless warpath. But will Tarryd be just as ruthless?
Loki:
I see the heavy gates beginning to close, and my fury ignites to an unstoppable blaze. With a roar, I charge, my body slamming into the massive doors with such force the elves behind them resemble ragdolls as they're flung back.
Their bodies hit the stone walls with sickening thuds. Some attempt to rise, but most lie still, playing dead in hopes of avoiding my wrath. But tonight, there's no room for mercy.
My dagger gleams under the low light as I move from one body to another, severing throats with ruthless precision. I sneer at the few who remain standing, frozen in horror, their faces unnaturally pale as they witness my brutality.
Feeling particularly cruel, I let out a dark, twisted laugh before commanding them to, “run,” granting two of the elves a brief, fleeting hope of survival.
They exchange panicked glances, but then, as though their legs are possessed by fear, they flee, running deeper into the corridors of the palace.
I cackle loudly at their shattered courage, delighting in the thrill of the chase.
