Joel Bloom approached Kyle Warren, his mind flashing back to the pain Kyle had once inflicted upon him. The leg injury, the broken ribs—they had almost killed him.
With a sickening CRACK, a neck bone snapped. Joel Bloom hadn't expected the axe to be so sharp. A light slice across Kyle Warren's neck had completely severed his head.
Warm, fresh blood sprayed across the ground, a glaring sight that made the hearts of the dozen or so people cowering in the corner clench violently.
Kyle Warren was really dead!
Joel Bloom had actually killed Kyle Warren. Seeing this, the will to survive suddenly flared in the eyes of the people who had been cowering by the wall. One by one, they turned to look at Joel Bloom.
"You—you killed someone! You killed Mr. Warren!"
"How could you kill him!"
"Even if he hurt you, you shouldn't have killed him!"
"You're terrifying! You actually killed someone... you're a murderer."
