The sword should have chopped Felix's head off.

However, Sean did not do so. He simply severed Felix's carotid artery, leaving him to bleed to death.

Sean slowly withdrew the sword. It was clean, with not a trace of blood on it.

After two years, the sword that had accompanied Sean for years saw blood again.

Sean could even feel the excitement from the blade.

It was born for blood.

Felix's life would not be the last it would claim.

There were many people it needed to kill.

Felix did not even struggle. He fell flat to the ground, his eyes wide open.

Warm blood flowed and splattered onto Felix's mother's face.

"Ah!"

Felix's mother let out a howl before bursting into tears.

"You killed my son. You killed my son!

“You murderer! Ah!”

Felix's mother looked distraught and in pain.

"I killed nothing but a brute.

"You might be in pain, but the parents of his victims suffered more than you."

Sean finished and slowly turned to leave.

Every injustice had its perpetrator.

Felix's