My body wouldn't stop shaking but not from fear. Yes, it was horrifying how the man I had killed myself had come back to life like it was nothing, but what made my body tremble with uncontrollable excitement was the thought that I could kill them all over again. The feeling surged through me like wildfire, a twisted exhilaration at the idea of bringing them down once more.
"The great white angel is here, and his most loyal companion, the thunder god... We are saved, the heroes are here to slay the demon!" I could hear someone in the crowd shout, their voice trembling with hope.
Heroes? I thought, my lips curling into a sneer. Those two clowns? I couldn't believe my ears. What happened here while I was away? How had these two clowns become some sort of world saviors?
