The Malignant One [Pt 3]

"I… I killed… them all…?"

Claudius felt his body grow weak and his face turned pale. Falling to his knees, he shivered uncontrollably.

He felt like vomiting.

The woman he loved stood a few feet from him, brutally murdered as a result of his insanity.

His comrades—allies that could have assisted him in taking down the enemies—were all slaughtered by his hand.

'I did this? I… I…'

"Indeed! Congratulations, I suppose!" Ater's voice echoed, delight in his tone.

Claudius' body froze the moment he heard those words.

He gazed up, ignoring the snot that dropped from his nose and the tears that overflowed.

Ater was blurry in his sight, but it wasn't like he couldn't see the man.

"YOU…"

Claudius remembered it well.

He wasn't the one who did this. He was under some kind of mind control, and the one responsible for that was the man before him.

'He killed… he used me to kill everyone!'