Chapter 120: Harvest of Karma (1)
As Nyxara walked across the blood-stained marble floor carrying Alex, the silence between them was pierced only by the sound of distant groans and flickering torches. Then Nyxara spoke, her voice low but firm.
The silence between them lingered like a held breath until Nyxara broke it, her voice low but firm, threaded with lingering worry.
"Alex, I still think you should’ve killed him."
Alex didn’t answer at once. His gaze was unfocused, as though staring through the walls ahead and into something only he could see. "Don’t worry, Nyxara," he finally said, his tone calm, but a faint edge rippled beneath it like steel beneath silk. "He won’t be a problem anymore."
Nyxara’s ears twitched. "You’re too calm about this."
"I had three goals when I told him the truth about his father," Alex replied, ignoring her skepticism. His voice grew colder, more analytical. "First, I wanted to stir the storm already brewing in his head. He was teetering the moment he saw his father’s severed head. He did well to hide it, I’ll admit—but his mind isn’t nearly as composed as he wants the world to believe."
Nyxara glanced over her shoulder. Her tail gave a single irritated flick. She didn’t like games she couldn’t predict.
"Second," Alex continued, "I planted a seed—one that redirects his fury. He may still want revenge, but now it’s muddled. He’ll question who truly deserves it. That doubt... that’s what I needed."
"And the third?" she asked warily.
Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice lowering to a murmur laced with quiet resolve. "I’ll harness his rage. Nova’s scan confirmed it—he was never close to the rest of his family. His bond was only with his mother. She was his anchor... and now she’s gone. He has nothing left to fight for. Just like me."
Nyxara blinked, the confusion on her face growing. "You think you and he are the same?"