Calx was laying on the ground, bones broken, and blood flowing. The air was thick with smoke and reaked of rotting bodies.

Calx's vision and strength may have been hazy, but his mind still ran with only one thought: murder. He wanted to keep reining terror... but he was defeated. His white hair and chcolate skin stained with dirt and his silver eyes dimming as his magic golden chains laid on the ground next to him