C545 Berserk

His features twisted in rage, eyes bloodshot, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The murderous intent in his gaze was like a devastating flood.

"Go to hell!"

Olen bellowed in a blind fury and charged.

Shua!

He whipped out a gleaming silver dagger from his clothes, its blade glinting with a chilling light that made onlookers shudder.

"Die!"

Olen thrust the dagger with lethal intent