The palace grounds became a battlefield as endless blood spilled and fire swirled under the night skies. Dead bodies bathed from the blood. The ringing of the bell tower dominated the cries of men and steel. Erys was burning in anger inside as he made his killing spree. He felt strange … strangely numb. He couldn’t feel the pain in his body any longer as he killed more … slayed more enemies on the battlefield. Every time he plunged his claws through their chest or neck or face … he got more excitement … and much more rage …
Dragon outrage …
War Frenzy …
This must’ve been the feeling one would have during wars which Vyseri kept on telling Erys before, he thought. He was experiencing it now. He was slaughtering every enemy who dared to charge at him … he was going crazy … crazy mad.
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