Chapter 60 – The One Who Smiled
Prince of Hell
The smile lingered.
Ugly. Stretched. The kind that says this hurts me more than it hurts you—which always means it’s going to hurt like hell.
Then—
A chill.
Not air.
Metal.
A cold touch through his back, sharp and patient—
Sliding into flesh,
Tearing through muscle,
Breaking past ribs,
Until it bloomed out the front of his upper right abdomen.
A blade.
Straight into his liver.
Grim’s body jerked. Froze.
Breath locked halfway between inhale and scream.
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Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Just exist around the pain.
It rose like a crescendo. Every second louder. Redder. Realer.
Sael twisted the blade before he pulled it free.
Grim dropped.
Vision fractured.
World gone watercolor.
Blood loud in his ears.
“I told you,” Sael muttered, already walking away. “Could’ve been better if you played with me. Maybe you’re not really the Nation Slayer after all.”
And then he was gone.
Into the chaos.
The battlefield had begun to burn.
He moved toward the coward first.
But the coward wasn’t alone.
The pushover—the one Grim had labeled useless—stood beside him, axe trembling in his grip.
Then he threw it.
It slammed into Sael’s shoulder. Right side. Buried deep.
The coward smiled.
Mistake.
Sael’s eyes went red.
One heartbeat later, the coward’s head hit the ground. Still smiling. Jaw twitching like it didn’t know it was dead.
The screams began.
Everywhere.
Fists turned to claws. Tools became weapons. No one understood the rules—but the message was bone-clear:
Only one of us walks out.
The pushover ran.
Sael followed. Blood streaming from his shoulder. The axe now in hand.
Across the dirt. Over the broken. Through the shrieking.
Then—
The axe flew.
It split the man’s skull open like fruit.
No silence followed. Just more screaming.
Sael turned.
The last of the five—the strong one—was waiting.
And the bat cracked against the back of Sael’s head.
Lights out.
End of Chapter.
