So it was for revenge

Kyle and Viktor stood at a distance, giving Cyra and Zane, alone time. Viktor pulled the threads of his clothes absentmindedly as he watched them.

Unable to hold back any longer, he strode toward them. At the sound of footsteps, they looked up.

Without a word, he hugged Cyra tightly, his eyes red with unshed tears. Cyra froze for a moment before wrapping her hands around him.

Zane watched them, strangely feeling no anger. Sensing Viktor’s turmoil, he allowed him the moment. Since Cyra didn’t reject the embrace, perhaps she had feelings for him.

Cyra sensed Viktor’s unstable mood—he must have fallen into his sub-state. She tried to get up but he wrapped his hands tightly around her neck.

She couldn’t bear to leave him like this, so she lifted him as she stood.

Zane got up and followed along, his gaze drifted towards the destruction and bodies on the ground.

As he passed the town, his gaze grew distant, his heart ached at the sight. This was his home, who did this?