"That's right, not a single one in the Thorne Divine Tribe is a good thing." Kaska's hand, holding the glass, suddenly tightened, and the ice-made goblet shattered instantly, red wine spilling everywhere.
Then, he stared blankly at the shattered glass as a tear suddenly slid down his cheek.
Duge and Jannie exchanged glances before looking back at Kaska, "Kaska, my friend, although I don't know what you've been through. But if you share the pain in your heart, your suffering will be halved, and I'm willing to bear your pain."
He gently touched the broken goblet with his palm.
The scattered ice crystals reformed, restoring the beautiful goblet, with even the wine he had spilled returning to the cup.
This was a simple psychological implication: the restoration of broken things symbolized rebirth and could instantly soothe an agitated mood, dispelling any sense of guilt for having destroyed something beautiful in his heart.