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It lay on the stone floor a few feet away, still pulsing faintly… like it hadn’t realized it had been 

taken out. 

There was no blood on Tyler’s hands, no movement either. 

Yet the damage was done. 

Immediately the second quard stumbled back his ovos wide with terror. The third began to 

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stammer prayers under his breath. 

But it was too late, the moment they turned to run. 

“SHLICK!!” 

“SHLICK!!” 

Their screams echoed as their legs were suddenly severed from their bodies. 

In one blink, they had gone from standing… to falling. 

“THUD!” 

“THUD!” 

At that moment both guards collapsed, screaming in agony. 

Their arms flailed, but they could not move. 

They could see their legs across the room. 

Torn cleanly at the thigh. Blood gushing in arcs across the floor. 

Immediately the pain came crashing down like waves of fire. 

“Aaaggghhh!!!” 

“My legs–my legs!” 

“HELP! Somebody please help us!!” 

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Their cries grew even more louder, more panicked, their eyes darting to the ceiling, to the dark corners of the cell, to the one figure who hadn’t moved. 

‘Tyler.‘ 

He still hadn’t said a word, his face was unreadable, but his presence his terrifying, invisible wrath had turned the dungeon into a battlefield. 

The guards were reduced to crawling in blood, reaching for mercy in a place that had never shown any. 

Their voices cracked. 

“Are you… are you doing this?!” 

“Let somebody help!” 

“PLEASE!” 

They were crying in pain. 

Shouting in pain. 

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Then the cries from the maimed guards slowly faded into gurgles. 

Their bodies writhed for a moment more then fell still. 

Just as they tried to look up one last time, to speak again. 

Their voices were silenced forever. 

“SHLKT.” 

In the blink of an eye, their heads vanished from their shoulders. 

They didn’t scream, they didn’t blink, they didn’t even gasp. 

They simply went quiet. 

Their heads hit the floor one after the other, lifeless and cold, their expressions frozen in the same horror they’d carried in their final moment. 

And still Tyler hadn’t moved. 

The silence that followed was suffocating. 

Then a soft gasp broke it. 

At the far end of the hall, the woman who had reported Tyler’s mother, the same woman who had laughed, spat, and slapped 

Stood frozen. 

Her eyes scanned the dungeon. 

She saw bodies headless, lifeless, soaked in blood. 

She saw the horror written on the walls, and she saw Tyler. 

Standing in the same spot, not a scratch on him. 

Not a drop of blood, Yet they were all dead. 

Her lips quivered, then her legs wobbled beneath her dress. 

And though no one told her her soul already knew. 

He did it, Tyler did all of this. 

But how? He didn’t swing a blade, he didn’t raise a fist, he didn’t even move, she clutched her 

chest and stumbled back. 

Without thinking, the woma dropped to her knees, her voice shaking. 

“I’m sorry,” she began to cry. “I swear I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” the woman wailed. 

“I was angry when your mother poured water on me the other day. I lost myself. I let anger 

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take me. I I should never have reported her.” 

Her voice cracked with panic. 

“I went to the bridge that day by the river. I saw her there. I was angry. I shouldn’t have followed her. I should’ve let it go. But I didn’t. I brought this on her. Please…” 

At that moment her eyes darted back to Tyler. 

He had begun to walk, slowly. 

Each step was soft. Controlled. Silent. 

But it was thunder in her ears. 

“Mr,” she choked. “Please… I’m so sorry.” 

He didn’t reply. 

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“Please… I’ll do anything. Anything. I’ll take your mother to the hospital. I’ll take care of her— just don’t…” 

She looked up, Tyler was still walking. 

“I’ll fix this!” she sobbed. “Just tell me what to do!” 

Again Tyler… said nothing, his eyes didn’t flinchHis body didn’t tremble. 

He kept walking toward her like death with a heartbeat. 

He was three steps away now, she saw his shadow stretch across the bloodstained floor. 

Her breath caught in her throat. 

And her knees buckled beneath her. 

She fell Hard. 

With her buttocks smacking against the stone floor, she gasped sharply, eyes wide with terror. 

At that moment her body trembled violently as she scrambled backward on her hands, her knees scraping against the cold stone floor. 

The blood, the silence, the stillness of the dead guards it all haunted every inch of her senses. 

Her mind was spiraling, her heart pounding like war drums against her chest. 

She didn’t even realize she was sobbing uncontrollably until the cold wall of the dungeon kissed her spine. 

She had reached the edge, there was nowhere else to go. 

Her back hit the stone so hard she winced, her palms slipping on the smeared floor beneath 

bor Her arms curled in front of her face like a child hiding from a storm. 

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But the storm was walking. 

Still approaching. 

Immediately she looked up. 

And what she saw in his face wasn’t anger. 

It wasn’t fury, It was worse, It was certainty, his eyes were calm. Too calm, his expression unreadable. 

The fear on her face was overwhelming now. 

Her nose was dripping, her mouth trembling open, her cries incoherent as they mixed with streams of saliva running from her chin. 

“Please… please…” she mumbled, her words clinging to the last threads of desperation. “I didn’t mean… I didn’t think it would go this far…” 

But Tyler didn’t stop. 

He stood before her now tall, centered, and terrifying in his silence. 

And when he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, but every word struck like iron wrapped in ice. 

“I’m not the kind of person who forgives,” he said, slowly, his tone void of mercy. 

His voice echoed in her skull like a curse being carved into stone. 

“Especially when someone crosses the line.” 

Immediately her breath hitched. 

Tyler took a half step closer. 

“When you hurt someone who means the world to me… 

He tilted his head slightly. 

“When you think the world revolves around your pride, your power, your petty arrogance…” 

He paused. 

“I don’t forgive.” 

Her sobbing intensified. “Please, I, I didn’t ” 

“For what you just did,” he said, cutting her off with chilling finality, “I won’t kill you quickly.” 

Hearing Tyler word’s Her eyes widened. She began shaking her head rapidly. 

“You’re going to die a slow death.” 

He when lower slightly, his eyes level with hers now. 

“A very slow death.” 

Her mouth fell open. 

“You’re going to live for just one more day,” Tyler continued. 

“But in that one day… you’ll experience the pain of five hundred years.” 

“Your mind, your body, your soul every second will stretch.” 

“You’ll regret breathing.” 

“You’ll beg for death.” 

She didn’t understand the words entirely. 

But her instincts did, every hair on her body stood on edge. 

Every cell in her soul screamed: he’s not lying. 

He means every word, her mouth opened to speak maybe to scream but before she could release even a syllable…Tyler raised one hand. 

Slowly. 

Deliberately, he extended a single finger, his index finger. 

And gently, he placed it against the center of her forehead. 

His skin was warm. 

But what entered her body was ice. 

And then, just as softly 

He removed it.