Kapitel 86: Ends of Trial [part 2]

**This chapter is only for readers 18+ and contains disturbing scenes. Please read it at your own risk.**

As every drop of life was extracted from the corridors of that complex, the air itself became saturated with death and despair, a heavy shroud of darkness enveloping everything.

The silence that followed each massacre was more oppressive than the screams that preceded it, a void that absorbed every trace of humanity, leaving only an echo of suffering and madness.

The walls, once cold and sterile, were now covered with streaks of dried blood, silent witnesses to my fury.

I walked among the mutilated bodies like a dark sovereign surveying his kingdom of terror, my breath slow and measured, each step a funeral toll echoing endlessly in the silence of death.

Every room I explored, every corner I probed, was a hiding place of terror, where desperate prisoners clung to the illusion of salvation.

But there was no refuge deep enough, no den safe enough to escape my predatory gaze.

I always found them, dragging them out of their pitiful hiding places with calculated slowness, relishing the growing terror in their eyes as the realization of their end took hold in their minds.

Some prisoners, consumed by despair, surrendered without resistance, passively accepting their fate.

In their empty, hopeless eyes, I read a resignation that disgusted me.

For them, death was a gift, a release from the horror they had endured.

But I could not allow their end to be so merciful.

I grabbed them with a brutality that surpassed all imagination, breaking their bones as if they were made of glass, tearing their flesh with sadistic slowness, savoring every stifled scream, every moan of agony that escaped their trembling lips.

Others, gripped by panic and desperation, tried to resist, brandishing improvised weapons in the vain hope of stopping me.

But their resistance was nothing more than a temporary diversion, a futile attempt to delay the inevitable.

Their bodies quickly gave way under my blows, their last breaths turning into choking gurgles as my claws sank into their flesh.

Every massacre was followed by a pause, not to catch my breath, but to prolong the pleasure of my madness.

I knelt beside the lifeless bodies, my hands still stained with blood, feeling the warmth slowly leaving their bodies.

My breath was slow, deep, like that of a beast savoring its next feast.

The primal desire that drove me to kill transformed into something even darker, a visceral hunger that burned within me, consuming me until every trace of humanity was gone.

This hunger was not normal; it was an obsession that transcended all human limits.

I had become something more, a creature whose appetite could not be satisfied by mere slaughter.

Those bodies, now devoid of life, were not just trophies of my cruelty; they were nourishment for the monster I had become.

I bent over them, my breath heavy, sinking my claws into the still-warm flesh, tearing off pieces that I devoured with the ferocity of a starving animal.

Every bite was a perverse pleasure, an act of cannibalism that fueled my madness.

The taste of fresh blood running down my lips filled me with a sense of absolute power, an intoxication that only a supreme predator could understand.

I was no longer just a destroyer, but a devourer, a being that not only annihilated but absorbed the very life of its victims.

Every meal consumed in the shadows was a dark ritual, a tribute to my insatiable thirst.

The macabre pauses between one massacre and another became moments of pure ecstasy.

I felt the flesh melt between my teeth, the blood trickle down my throat, as madness completely enveloped me.

There was nothing human left in me; I had become a creature of pure darkness, an unstoppable force that knew no limits.

Every time my hunger was satisfied, I resumed my hunt, never stopping, never tiring.

Every prisoner represented a new prey, a new pleasure to savor, a new life to extinguish with my ferocity.

Days passed, and the number of prisoners dwindled.

Every floor of the complex became a cemetery, every room a mausoleum of death.

The walls, once cold and sterile, were now covered in blood, the floor littered with human remains that told the story of my unstoppable fury.

But I did not stop.

I knew that as long as there was life in that cursed place, my hunt would not be over.

I continued to the lower levels, where the darkness was so thick it seemed almost tangible.

Every prisoner I encountered met the same fate.

There was no mercy in my actions, no respite in my hunt.

I was an unstoppable force, a dark presence that crept into every corner, finding every hidden soul and destroying it with inhuman brutality.

I tortured them, I killed them, I tore them to pieces, until no one was left breathing in that cursed complex.

Finally, when the last prisoner was dead, when every single life was brutally taken, I stopped.

The complex had become a cemetery, a place of death and destruction, a monument to my madness and cruelty.

Despite this, I did not feel satisfied.

My thirst for destruction was not quenched; it was a fire that burned incessantly, driving me to seek new victims, new prey.

My hunt was not over.

I had destroyed everything in that place, but I knew the world was full of other victims, other lives to shatter.

I prepared to leave that realm of terror, knowing I would continue my hunt until the end of my days, until I had consumed everything and everyone.

As I walked away from the remains of the massacre, after finally completing the trial I had initially feared, an evil and mad laugh escaped my lips.

A sound that echoed through the empty corridors, marking my passage.

And so, I prepared my next act of destruction, ready to cast my shadow over every corner of the world, leaving behind only death and desolation.

But this time, my fury would not stop at mere flesh; I would tear apart their souls, consume every spark of hope, and turn every breath into an eternal scream of pain.

I was not just a predator; I was the embodiment of death itself, a reaper who knew no mercy, who would continue to hunt until the world, indeed, the entire universe, became a desolate wasteland, a kingdom of shadows where nothing grew but terror.