Chapter 35 Thirty Five

• The men inside turned at the sound of the door breaking. Upon seeing the tall man standing at the door, they all panicked. “It’s the Shadow Lord,” one of them said as they all tried to pack the flare guns they had filled with the silver dust.
• “You all must think you are geniuses for escaping me,” Shawn growled, his eyes red with rage as he dashed to the side, picking up a spear and hurling it at one of the men. The spear went through the man’s stomach, killing him instantly. Because the storage was filled with silver dust, none of them could shapeshift, but Shawn wasn’t at a disadvantage, and they knew that, and so they tried to weaken him by throwing silver at him.
• Shawn expertly avoided their attacks while searching for another weapon to use. It was the storage, and so no weapons were in sight; he was even lucky to land the spear at first. He attacked them head-on, his anger towards the two people dressed as his soldiers. He would have preferred if his soldiers were killed and their uniform was stolen, but the way the men fought him told him that wasn’t the case; he knew the pattern his soldiers fought, he taught them, and so, the more the men fought him, the angrier he became. Just as he had succeeded in killing them off, more barbarians came in from nowhere and started attacking.