"Ah, ah..."
The General let out a low growl, his hands frantically clawing at the ground, fingers sinking into the bloody soil, gathering lumps of dirt stained with his son's blood into his arms.
In his mind, doing so could piece together the deceased child and resurrect him.
Jin Poshan watched the grief-stricken General with a sinister gaze, finding his actions incredibly exciting.
Helplessness!
Despair!
Sorrow!
These emotions were what pleased him the most.
"So fragile, really. Just take a good look—I just exerted a little force, and with a pfff sound, your child burst apart. Did you hear that sound just now? How utterly delightful."
Jin Poshan grew increasingly perverse, with no regard for how his actions tormented the other.
"I'll fight you to the death."
The General roared, and even with both legs broken, he still reached out with his bloodstained hands to grab Jin Poshan's pant leg.
"Fight? Do you even have the right?"
