Chapter 15: A Drop of Tear
The ground trembled beneath their feet.
Smoke coiled in the air, painting the castle in streaks of shadow and fire. Broken debris snapped , still crackling from the aftermath of their battles.
But none of that mattered now.
Because at the center of the destruction stood Menma.
No—what had once been Menma.
His body was no longer the one they knew.
But now something was different with him
He had grown horns, whom curled wickedly from his temples, his dark skin etched with veins of glowing crimson that pulsed with unstable power.
His eyes, once sharp and playful, were now nothing but burning pits of madness. Steam hissed off his shoulders. The earth beneath him blackened.
He let out a breath, and the castle around him bent backward as if it itself feared what he had become.
"Annie," Zayne muttered, stepping in front of her instinctively. "He's not going to stop."