She held my hand...ahh!

Viktor waved his hands at the coming car. The car stopped, and he opened the door and entered.

Zane saw Viktor’s pale, haggard form. He was about to ask, but Cyra beat him to it.

“Why do you smell like blood? Where did you go?” Cyra asked as she scrutinized Viktor’s body from top to bottom.

“See this… beautiful right?” Viktor pointed at the ring on his finger, showing off his treasure.

“Sigh…to get it was hard. And the underwater city crumbled…wait! My face I hope nothing scratched me.” Viktor checked his face, and patted his chest in relief, while Zane and Cyra got the whole gist from his nonsensical talk.

“How could he breathe underwater…what is he?” This word was on the tip of Zane’s lips, but he swallowed it back, feeling it was not his right to ask others to spill their secrets.