His thoughts spiraled uncontrollably as regret gnawed at him.
'Everything… everything started going wrong the moment she appeared… Ivy... she's nothing but a disaster in my life …'
He even considered lowering his head and asking for help, the thought pressing heavily against his pride.
But the moment that idea surfaced, another followed just as quickly.
'The moment I bow my head… it will roll off my shoulders …'
The imagined cold blade against his neck made him stiffen, and he forced himself to hold back.
As a result, many of his base began to crumble under the pressure.
The flood was too strong, far too strong, and water began leaking into the base itself.
It seeped through cracks, crept under doors, and climbed walls until entire houses were slowly being swallowed.
The cold, clammy touch of the water sent chills down people's spines, but the true horror was not the drowning.
It was the poison.
