Kapitel 397: Army of the dead 2

The rooftop had become a hellscape of blood and violence. Reggie, pinned beneath one of Duncan's creations, watched in horror as his brothers were systematically torn apart. Something inside him snapped.

A primal roar tore from Reggie's throat, drowning out even the storm's fury. His eyes blazed crimson, face contorting into a mask of unbridled rage. The very air around him seemed to darken, shadows writhing in response to his fury.

"Get. Off. ME!" Reggie snarled, his voice barely human. With inhuman strength, he threw off his attacker, sending her flying across the rooftop.

Reggie rose, a dark aura pulsing around him. His gaze swept over the scene, taking in Gunther's prone form and Randal's desperate struggle. Something feral gleamed in his eyes.

"You want a fight?" he growled, shadows coalescing around his fists. "I'll give you a fucking war."