Bab 2021: Safe

Before Little Yin could respond, an enraged roar shook the skies. 

The ashes of the centaur Higher Existences slowly fell like greying snow, coating the reddened skies with an even more somber air. 

Dyon stood amidst nine massive holes the likes of which had depths too deep to measure. 

The ground around his feet seemed ready to crumble at any moment. He didn't even seem to hear the enraged roar of the four centaur Supremes, he only continuously felt the thumping rage deep within his heart. 

He had to kill more. He had to kill everything. Maybe if he killed enough, there would be nothing left to threaten them. Maybe if he killed enough… They would be safe. 

...

Dyon sat on a pile of corpses, his body covered in blood. His hands looked no different from a man who inexplicably dipped his palms into a bucket of red paint. It was oddly vibrant yet gruesome at the same time.