4 Massacre

Suddenly, a wave of excitement rippled through the prison cells, spreading among the prisoners like wildfire.

But before their joy could fully blossom, screams pierced the air, and crimson spatters painted the grim scene. Heads rolled, bodies convulsed in agony, and limbs were torn asunder, leaving a trail of death and despair in their wake.

"What's happening?!"

"Blood... so much blood!"

"Help! Something's pierced my gut! What is this?!"

"My arm! Let go! Aah!"

A chilling howl reverberated throughout the prison, signaling the onset of carnage. Prisoners were impaled, dismembered, and decapitated in a frenzy of violence, their anguished cries echoing off the walls.

In less than a minute, over a dozen souls met a gruesome end, each death more horrific than the last. The stench of blood permeated the air, turning the cramped confines of the prison into a living nightmare.

Johnny stood at the cell door, his complexion drained of color as he bore witness to the massacre unfolding before him. He understood that survival in this brutal world demanded strength, and strength alone.

As Spectre's onslaught continued, Johnny felt a surge of power coursing through his veins with each life claimed. With each death, he grew stronger, his resolve steeling against the horrors unfolding around him.

"Pah! Whoever they were, they got what they deserved!" Johnny spat, pushing aside the fear gnawing at his insides.

"What... what did that kid do to them?!"

"I saw a head... on the floor!"

"Who's doing this?!"

The prisoners in neighboring cells trembled in terror, their panic escalating with each passing moment.

"Who dares disturb the peace?!" bellowed a guard, his voice a thunderous warning. "Keep quiet or face the consequences!"

"Damn it! Why are all the guards on duty dead? If there's trouble brewing, heads will roll! I'll see to it that you all face consequences from your superiors!" 

The approaching footsteps of the guard on shift reverberated through the corridor, growing louder as he rushed to the scene, alerted by the disturbance.

"Finally arrived, but a tad too late, I'm afraid," Johnny muttered, feeling the surge of power coursing through him as he gripped the spear tightly, aiming it towards the approaching guard.

"Spectre, take them out!" Johnny commanded, his tone unwavering.

The undead obeyed, darting out of the prison to confront the approaching jailer. As they rounded the corner, five guards came into view, oblivious to the danger lurking before them, their faces contorted with anger at the disturbance.

"Die..." Spectre hissed, launching its attack with deadly precision. Its claws sliced through the air, striking two of the guards in the abdomen and sending them crashing to the ground.

"What's happening?!"

"What's going on?!"

The other guards turned to witness the gruesome sight before them, their eyes widening in terror as their comrades fell, blood gushing from their wounds.

Unable to comprehend the unseen assailant, the guards watched in horror as their companions were savagely torn apart.

"The Lord commands... your demise..." the Spectre hissed menacingly, its fangs stained with blood.

Before the remaining guards could react, the Spectre pounced, shredding them to pieces in a frenzy of violence.

By the time the last guard realized the true nature of their assailant, it was too late.

"No! Stay away! Don't kill me!" the guard screamed, scrambling to escape the impending doom.

But with a resounding blast, the guard's head exploded, leaving a gruesome mess in its wake.

Johnny observed the carnage, noting the newfound knowledge and skill gained from the Spectre's absorption of the guards' powers and experiences.

"Seems like we've got more than just power from them," Johnny remarked calmly, lowering the spear.

"Spectre, dinner's served," he added, unfazed by the violence unfolding before him.

The few guards who approached met the Spectre's grisly fate.

Its jaws tore into their flesh and blood, a scene of extreme gore unfolding.

With each morsel devoured by the Spectre, Johnny felt the heat in his body surge, power flowing into him, fortifying him!

"Power... it all comes from their blood and flesh!"

"No need for lengthy training, no need to toil..."

"Devour them, and strength surges!"

"Spectre, exterminate every soul in this prison!"

"Harvest their souls, fuel my might!"

Johnny's voice was icy.

With just a few guards consumed, his strength eclipsed his former self.

If he devoured all the prisoners... his power would surpass anything he'd known!

Most were prisoners of war from the Asgard's conquests, with few from within its own ranks.

In this world, where right and wrong blur, Johnny's perspective shifted. These people were mere fuel for his strength.

"Spectre... annihilate them all..."

Johnny commanded, and the Spectre surged forth, bending bars and slaughtering indiscriminately!

"Not just me, even the Spectre grows stronger!"

Through subtle cues, Johnny realized both he and the Spectre gained strength.

Yet, the Spectre's power surge only enhanced its abilities, while Johnny's arrayed within him.

Ice from Jotunheim, fire from another realm.

"It's clear, these prisoners must perish!"

Their demise would not only empower him but also bolster the Spectre.

With that, Johnny would face any foe with confidence!

"Where are those cursed guards? Always present when unwanted, absent when needed!"

"Help! A shadowy figure's killing me! Save me!"

"Release me! I refuse to die in here!"

Each if Spectre's visit stirred chaos, screams reverberating through the dungeon.

Other prisoners sweated nervously, sensing impending darkness and fear.

Meanwhile, guards hurried to the scene, but the Spectre no longer cared.

"It's time to test my strength!"

A ruthless glint sparked in Johnny's eyes.