STOMP!
STOMP!
The sound of feet stomping brutally against flesh reverberated across the domain of light.
D'andre could be seen stomping angrily on the head of Xandros. His boots were bloody, covered in the cultist's blood—Xandros had stopped reacting to the stomps seconds ago.
D'andre realized Xandros was dead but did not feel the urge to stop moving.
Recalling how many people had died at the hands of this evil bastard made forgiveness impossible, even after death.
He simply continued, this time he wasn't doing it to kill him, but to make himself feel better and less furious.
He continued for about three minutes before he finally halted his attacks on the corpse.
"Serves him right."
D'andre scoffed as he stared at the corpse. Its head had been shattered beyond recognition, it was nothing but mashed flesh at this point.
D'andre did not feel a single twinge of remorse for what he had done.
