36 Slaughter

"I fear none of you will last long for what I'm about to do to you," Warden said, landing before Hisam and Kelsa, removing his veil. "Though I'll make sure you feel every bit of it."

"Huh?" Hisam yelled. "And who the hell do you think you—"

Warden didn't let him finish. He clutched the arm that was groping the woman and set her free. Kelsa ran away, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Let go, you sick bastard," Hisam, the bandit, screamed.

Warden's eyes narrowed at him, and a malevolent purple glow spilled out of his eyes, scaring the bandit, who couldn't move a muscle.

"I'm your end," he said.

The next moment, Hisam's skin began to tear apart, starting from his wrist where Warden clutched to his fingers, shoulders, chest, lower body, legs, and face, all torn up as if unable to contain the pressure within itself. The bandit screamed, but even that was put to rest as his tongue exploded unexpectedly.