章 46: Crimson Chasm

As the last of the crimson hounds fell, their blood seeping into the ground and merging with the pulsating chasm, Asher's laughter echoed through the air—though it wasn't quite him. His crimson eyes glowed brighter, taking on a dangerous, almost feral light. A sinister smirk tugged at his lips as he surveyed the carnage around him.

The real Asher had retreated into the recesses of his mind, leaving his alternate persona—ruthless, unrestrained, and hungering for destruction—in full control.

"Ah, look at this," Alt-Asher murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he stepped over the lifeless bodies of the beasts. "Such a lovely playground, soaked in blood and chaos. The perfect stage for me."