Skull And The Fangs

Glorious death.

…The Mutilator's hideout, the basement….

The large, rusting metal door of the basement barged open and the Mutilator fell in. The strong putrid stench that dominated the basement greeted him.

The reason for the scent is still vivid as, despite the dim lighting, one could still see the dried bones that littered the cold floors of the underground workshop of the Mutilator.

His eyes were weak, but his hands clutched his bleeding head like his life depended on it.

His fate depends on it though.

He had hit his head hard on the floor when Kylian and Hellsong collided with him. Their supernatural strength made it this severe.

Just like the saying, when two elephants are fighting, it's the grasses that suffer most.

He was unconscious for several seconds, before he could stand up, and when the duo were busy thrashing each other, he crawled out of the place.

The Mutilator grimaced hard. Grunts escaped his lips as he struggled to his feets.

He staggered to the table at the extreme end of the la