686 Revenge Is Best Served Cold

Ruthren turned his head towards Damien with a casual sneer, "All of you are doomed already. You bunch of fools—"

*Shhick!*

"AARGHH!!!"

The sound of flesh being punctured and twisted was heard by everyone as Damien saw Elor and Irene puncturing Ruthren's eyes with two of their fingers. The way and the speed at which they struck his eyes was no different than stabbing his eyes with a sharp blade.

Ruthren was caught unawares as he howled in agonizing pain while feeling Elor and Irene twisting the mangled flesh of his eyeballs within his eye sockets. 

Damien calmly looked at both of them, their expressions a bit crazed as they crushed Ruthren's eyeballs. He wasn't surprised by seeing their excited and fevered expressions since he knew how much these two had desired and waited for centuries to do this.

How could they not make him suffer in pain first?