The Masked Man

-Snow Lionheart Pov-

I slowly ran my tongue over my parched lips, swallowing hard in a futile attempt to suppress the strange thirst creeping over me.

The heat of fresh blood seared against my bare skin, sharpening my senses, forcing me to experience every moment with vivid clarity.

Of course, the blood wasn't mine.

I was surrounded—dozens of enemies closing in from all sides—yet I didn't even bother to look at their faces.

At this point, none of it mattered.

I no longer cared.

I simply cut, killed, and shattered anything that entered my range, moving purely on battle instincts honed to their limit.

A part of me desperately wanted this madness to end.

But my thirst for blood and vengeance burned far hotter.

So, I pressed forward—carving my path through a sea of corpses.

It was a relentless cycle. Many tried to stop me, throwing everything they had in my way. But it was meaningless.