CHAPTER 81

Chest tightened, breath strangled. The feeling of suffocation so pure felt like I never died and this was not just only my soul but me as a whole in the long gone vicinity of those monsters that wrote the destruction of a man so pure and a century-cursed face of mine.

My eyes never once left him.

He sat on his respective chair, his head slightly low and form disheveled unlike before. He lost his light because of this war, the light she saw in him in phase two for the first and last time.

Higher-ups conversed among him but he looked lost. Lost in the trauma he just gained by killing and losing his loved ones such as his lover and sister.

What would happen when he would come to know about reality? That he killed innocents. The one he needed to save the world from was the one he bowed down to and obeyed.

I didn't like anything that was currently going on around me, although the destruction had been done centuries ago the outcome was still lurking around in the form of Ragnar.