Chapter 94: Silver
Chapter Ninety-Four – Silver
They would have made good specimens, if not that he only wanted them dead. Asher drew his sword down the head of the closest Lycan.
He shook it slightly then drew it out with a brain jammed on the sword. He would’ve smiled if he was in the mood. Nero’s body on the ground flashed across his eyes.
"You bastard!!" another Lycan charged at him. In a swift movement, Asher drove the sword into his abdomen.
He pushed it in, then squeezed the brain on his sword, splashing it’s slimy liquid inside the Lycan’s abdomen and on his hand.
The Lycan dropped. Asher slashed his head from his body, then kicked it away as he moved. He turned back to the litter of Lycans he had made.
Body parts scattered about, he made sure of it. So that no matter what witch’s magic that existed in the world, they’d never be able to regenerate those parts again.
Now, it was left with the one who touched Nero. He was a big one, his scent was most on Nero. He accompanied a bigger Lycan with blue eyes.
Dragging his sword on the ground, Asher calmly walked towards the scent of the Lycans. Along with his bloodshot eyes, were his blood stained face and clothes.
His teeth gritted when he remembered that for his coronation, he wore his mother’s redesigned Hanfu. Now, it was covered in the wretched blood of rogues.
The attack on this day was anticipated but not this soon. The assassination was the whole reason his father gave the throne to him. Things just happened too soon.
As he moved, Asher tilted hid head in slight confusion. Why could he catch Slime’s scent amongst the Lycans? Could he be facing them off?