142 Distorted rage

Materializing in the throne room which was covered in blood and the disfigured bodies of red moon witches, Nikolai narrowed his fierce enraged gaze at his father who was now seated on the throne. His right arm was missing, his body was abnormally pale due to the blood spewing nonstop. 

Even a powerful pure-blooded lycan like Alexander wouldn't be able to sustain that much blood loss.

"Will you please leave my throne? It is being stained by your filthy blood." Nikolai hissed, dripping a pitch-black mist from his body that rapidly enveloped the entire space.

Alexander remained still. He appeared to be edging closer to death.

Unknown to everyone, Pain, who had assumed his invisible form, had remained in the room and had connected his hearing sense to Nikolai's while Alexander and Ophelia were speaking.