Chapter 253
Kael’s mind exploded the moment he heard that Lyria had been kidnapped. His breath hitched as his gaze darkened completely.
"Was she the only one?" he asked, his voice rough and cold, laced with a killing intent so thick it felt like a storm pressing down on everyone. "Or was there anyone else?"
The pressure coming off Kael made the room feel like it was collapsing in. Gabriel’s brows twitched, his mouth slightly open in hesitation. He looked at Martina, unsure. Martina gave him a small nod, telling him to speak.
"It’s... only her," Gabriel said at last.
That answer made Kael’s expression sharpen like a blade. His face turned terrifying. It was as if he were moments away from lashing out and cutting down everything in sight. His fists trembled.
"Buddy, calm down," Sol said nervously, trying to ease the tension. He reached out and lightly patted Kael on the shoulder.
But the moment his palm touched Kael’s body, Sol’s eyes widened. His fingers twitched, and a jolt of coldness ran through him. It wasn’t just a chill — it felt like lightning running up his spine.
Then... It happened.
His vision shifted.
In front of him appeared a battlefield soaked in blood, covered in corpses. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of death. Amidst the countless dead, a lone figure sat high above them all — on a throne made of broken bodies. A man, still and silent, stared down at him with an empty gaze.
The moment their eyes met, Sol felt like thousands of swords aimed straight at his heart. In the blink of an eye, those invisible blades surged forward, rushing toward him to kill him.