Chapter 2: Night of Carnage
Ronan stood still—his body bathed in crimson flames, licking the air like wrathful serpents. The fire didn't burn his flesh. It burned his soul. The temperature in the room skyrocketed, but it wasn't heat that made the air unbearable.
It was malice.
A suffocating pressure twisted the atmosphere as if the building itself was holding its breath.
Something had changed. Something ancient and monstrous had been let loose.
Ryan, Jake, and Liam froze.
Their eyes were wide—not just with fear, but with the primal recognition that something unnatural now stood before them.
"W-What's happening to this loser?!" Ryan stumbled back, his voice shaking.
Jake knelt like a sinner before a god of wrath, his ruined hand still crushed in Ronan's grip. His face had turned pale. His body convulsed with pain.
"N-No way... You—You didn't awaken... You weren't supposed to!" Liam's voice cracked as he screamed his denial, as if shouting it could undo the horror rising before him.
Ronan tilted his head, a crooked smile playing on his bloodied lips.
CRACK!