It was all blurry reddish, yet dimmed light....
He frowned for a moment, trying to clear his vision, but still he felt that he was looking through a heated vision….
He can tell the difference between shapes, but yet….
He was looking at the pitch-black aura of a figure, a male one, with a bright shape of frame that radiated from his body..,
The pitch-black figure’s hand extended, choking at another figure, a female figure that radiated a grayish aura surrounding her body….
He could sense the heartbeat of the woman slowly decreasing as the pitch-black figure got ready to deliver his final blow….
That pitch black needed to be stopped. He thought and found out that he then gripped the arm of the pitch-black figure by his bicep and ripped it off easily…. And throw that figure's severed h
