Adam slowly lowered his leg, the echo of the kick still hummed through his bones.
His killing intent hadn't faded, it poured out of him like a violent storm, thick enough to warp the air.
Goblins twitched under the weight of it but quickly shook it off, hissing with drooling poison.
Far behind the battlefield, Scarlet watched from where he'd set her down, out of danger and his way.
He couldn't spare a thought for her now.
His eyes drifted instead to the bodies on the ground; six of them.
They were humans first, and martial artists second, who had fought and lost their life's in the most brutal way possible.
Adam stepped toward the nearest corpse, the one killed moments ago.
He crouched low, as his jaw tightened.
A massive chunk of flesh was missing from the apprentice's neck and the death grimace frozen on the young man's face made Adam's stomach twist.
Memories surged, ones he didn't want.
Ones he'd buried.
Ones filled with his own past helplessness and despair.
