If he follows this path, then the next logical step will be… He didn't finish the thought aloud. He didn't need to. He could read the architecture of the coming trap as clearly as a scholar reads a primer.
Yet, in a display of chilling confidence, he didn't take a single step to fortify his position or retreat. He simply continued to kill, waiting for the conductor of this macabre symphony to take the podium.
Another hour bled away. The riverbanks were now a graveyard; nearly half of the enemy masters had been reduced to cooling corpses or scattered ash. It was then that the atmosphere curdled.
"Kekeke… you are really a very interesting fellow."
The voice didn't come from a throat; it erupted like a clap of ominous thunder, vibrating in the marrow of William's bones. It was a sinister, oily sound that seemed to saturate the very air.
