The sound of gunshots echoed in the underground space, and Jago repeatedly pulled the trigger. The second bullet shattered Judas' head, and the third turned the old man's lower body into blood and mud. The scorching flames burned Judas' corpse to ashes. Jago did not put down his gun, his brow furrowed, his voice suppressing deep anger.
"Come out!"
By the Lava Lake, he was the only living person left, with no second voice to converse with. Jago Drususi had become a mental patient on the verge of collapse, unable to face the reality of killing his friend with his own hands, seeking revenge on the demon in his imagination...
Shut up!
