Denderick's POV
With a great cry, Logan's guards rushed toward me.
But I wasn’t afraid. No, fear wasn’t something I could feel anymore. Only rage. Pure, burning rage that boiled inside me like molten lava, begging to be unleashed. And I would grant it that wish.
With a single, swift motion, I brought my sword up. The first guard barely had time to react before the blade sliced clean through his neck. His body collapsed to the floor, and the metallic scent of blood filled the dungeon air.
The others hesitated for a moment, their eyes widening in shock. Good. Let them fear me. Let them realize what was coming for them. I was going to make sure they felt every bit of the pain that Aria had endured. Every bit of suffering Logan had caused. They would all pay.
Another guard lunged at me, b
