Chapter 2: Killing Frenzy
Terry's arms trembled—not from fear, but from rage.
His hands tightened around the shaft of his golden spear, the metal groaning faintly beneath the pressure. His teeth clenched. His breath became ragged. The words echoed in his ears like hammers beating against his skull.
Fragile? Desperate? Selfish?
He looked around—at the bodies of his fallen comrades, at those who had turned on each other, at those who still stood but with trembling knees and haunted eyes.
And then back at the monster who had orchestrated it all. The creature who called himself a king, a god, a savior.
Terry's heart burned.
He let out a roar—not one of fear, but of pure, furious pain.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!"
He kicked off the ground, dirt and blood flying up behind him as he surged forward.
"Blazing Spear!" he bellowed, and at his command, his weapon erupted into flames—brilliant, white-hot flames that engulfed the entire length of the spear.
The fire didn't just burn—it screamed. It roared alongside him, its brilliance so intense the very air around it trembled.