Serloth remembered the date.
He looked at Aby and whispered,
"I promise..."
"I won't become the monster I'm about to become..."
"...exactly on that day..."
"31/12."
Then...
He burst into rage.
But...
He still couldn't break free.
The cage was practically impossible to open.
Soon after...
He was taken away.
Locked inside a dark cave.
Brolin's brother sentenced him...
To a very...
Very slow death.
Starvation.
Serloth was thrown into the cave.
The cage door slammed shut.
Immediately...
He tried everything.
He smashed his head against the wires.
He punched them.
He kicked them.
He even tried biting through them.
But no matter what he did...
The cage didn't even have a single crack.
Serloth was only wasting his energy.
His body slowly became dehydrated.
Then...
He noticed a small bowl beside him.
He immediately realized...
This wasn't going to help him escape.
But...
It could help him survive.
Yeah...
I know what you're thinking.
He used his own urine as a source of hydration.
(What men do for revenge.)
To him...
It tasted like nothing.
He had already lost his sense of emotion.
His sense of taste.
The only thing left inside his mind...
Was revenge.
He kept thinking.
Thinking...
And thinking...
Trying to find a way out.
One day passed.
From above...
He could hear the sounds of destruction.
The city had once again been flooded with terror.
The streets had turned red.
Everyone now lived...
With their lives balancing on the edge of a needle.
But Serloth...
Didn't care anymore.
He only cared about escaping.
Then...
It clicked.
His clothes.
He began taking off every piece of clothing he had.
Then tied them all together.
And pulled against the wires.
(You might think the clothes would simply rip apart...
But you'd be wrong.
Serloth was incredibly wealthy.
He wore pure leather-sewn clothes, crafted so well that they were almost impossible for a human to tear apart.)
So...
He began.
First...
The pants.
Then...
The vest.
The shirt.
The underpants.
Then the shoes, which he tore apart himself to make them more ductile.
And finally...
The leather belt.
Made from the Bull he had killed years ago.
Brolin's Bull.
For hours...
He struggled.
One wire...
Broke.
Then another.
Then another.
Finally...
He escaped.
During the struggle...
Almost all of his clothes had been destroyed.
Only the leather pants remained.
So...
He wore them.
And headed toward the battlefield.
It was nighttime.
Everyone was asleep.
Serloth knew...
This was the perfect time for a secret attack.
His plan...
Kill every guard first.
Then drag Brolin's brother into the streets...
And kill him in front of everyone.
First...
He shaped one of the broken wires into a weapon.
A sharp...
Deadly point.
Then...
He began.
A man wearing nothing but leather pants...
Walked toward the guards' house.
Inside...
They were all sleeping.
One by one...
He killed them in their sleep.
For some...
He drove his hand straight through their heads...
And ripped out their eyes.
For others...
He sliced their faces clean in half.
Not from the neck...
But through the face itself.
The blood poured from their mouths like a fountain.
Serloth drank it.
Quenching his thirst.
Then...
He entered the main hall.
The alarm echoed.
"A monster is coming!"
There were fifty guards waiting for him.
Each carrying a sword.
The next thing anyone saw...
Was blood.
Blood.
And more blood.
The floor looked like a beach made of blood.
Serloth himself...
Was completely soaked in it.
It looked as if he had put on a red shirt.
Finally...
He reached Brolin's brother's room.
Inside...
Brolin's brother waited with a shotgun.
Ready.
The moment Serloth entered...
He planned to fire.
But Serloth had already prepared.
He carried two severed heads.
The first...
He threw at the door.
The impact forced it open.
The second...
He threw the instant Brolin's brother fired.
The shotgun blast struck the head instead.
Shotguns took time to reload.
That was all Serloth needed.
He rushed forward.
Wrapped the wire around Brolin's brother's head.
Then tried to snap his leg.
But...
He hadn't noticed.
Brolin's brother had another gun.
Bang.
A bullet tore straight through Serloth's kidney.
Then another.
Two more bullets struck his legs.
One hit his right arm.
Even then...
Serloth kept walking.
He grabbed the gun.
Pressed it against Brolin's brother's butt.
Leaning close to his ear, he whispered with both pain...
And joy...
"You should've aimed..."
"...for my chest..."
"...or my head."
"SUCKER!!"