CHAPTER 67 : Death's Little Present

• “What are you?” the sheriff asked, his voice trembling with terror. He couldn't fathom whether the being before him was a man or a monstrous creature responsible for the trail of death. The only discernible features were the two piercing, glowing red eyes that stared back at him.
• Drawing closer, Damian's eyes intensified, emitting an eerie and unsettling light.
• “Death,” he replied with a chilling certainty, effortlessly lifting Sheriff Jenkins from the ground and forcefully slamming him against the wall. The sheriff could feel the sheer strength and menace emanating from his attacker.