Chapter 42: Dealing With The Arcane Threat [4.]
Elias’s eyes swept across the battlefield, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Blood soaked the dirt beneath him, leaking from the corpses of the two possessed guards at his feet. As he scanned the area, his gaze landed on the last surviving possessed guard—the same one who had torn the undead dire wolf’s head clean off.
The man was limping, dragging himself slowly through the forest. His sword was gone, and his armor was dented all over, barely holding together. Blood poured from the stump where his left arm used to be, leaving a thick, red trail behind him. His face was pale, drained of life, but his eyes were still wide and bloodshot, filled with a cold and wild look.
Elias clenched his jaw. There was no sympathy in his eyes. Without hesitation, he began walking toward the injured man.
The guard turned slightly, sensing death coming for him.
He was half-delirious, his eyes glassy and fading. Still, even in that broken state there was a strange calm in his expression, his bloodshot eyes glared at Elias, burning with hate.
But Elias didn’t care.
As he reached the man, he grabbed him by the throat with his clawed gauntlet and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing.
For a moment, the guard dangled there, choking and gasping. Their eyes locked—one full of hate, the other empty.
Then—
CRACK.
Elias squeezed.