The warriors and omegas around quickly gave way for King Killian as he passed. In fact, they didn't just give way, they ran far from him. They knew the King wasn't just angry, he was boiling with rage and was on the verge of exploding, so they went as far as possible, not wanting to face his wrath.
King Killian passed by with a dark type of grace, his cloak flowing behind like a shadow. His eyes were dark with both anger and hunger, and he clenched his fist so tight that his nails dug into his skin, and blood began trickling down. He couldn't help but let out a low, dangerous rumble as he passed. It was as if the darkness itself loomed over his head.
He only stopped walking when he got to the rogues dungeon, where a few of the deadliest rogues were locked up, some even for years. He stood in the middle of the dungeon, staring at the beasts in their cages. There were more than ten prisons, each housing at least four rogues.
