Chapter 837: A Cutting Blow - Part 4

"Blood! Blood! The oceans run red with it!" Ingolsol cackled in delight. These were meant to be his own men, but the fragment had no allies. Oliver was the closest thing that he came to it, and even then, their relationship was questionable at best.

The screams of his men being slaughtered, and the clanging of steel as they attempted to put up a fight. They rang out in Oliver's ears. Merciless sounds. The sound of failure. The sounds of mistaken responsibility.

At once, his speed dipped, ever so slightly, as fear of what he might see took over. He growled at himself the second he recognized it. Fear it he might, he still had to see the results that his mistakes had wrought.

On the flat now, Oliver sped through the remaining trees, and redness filled his world.