Chapter 1399: The Weakness of a Hero
She glared at Northern with something close to hatred, though it burned hotter than hatred. Pure, incandescent anger.
"Why bring me to somewhere like this? Why is he even here in the first place?"
Northern, despite seeing that anger plain as day, didn’t match it. He was almost offensively casual.
"Why did I bring you here? Fairly, I’ve forgotten."
He squinted, struggling to remember. Things really had gone too blurry after that gruesome evolution.
"I do remember though that I made a promise to you... wait, did I not?"
He shrugged it off.
"Oh well, who cares. He crossed me and messed with my family. I messed with him, quite easily, but I couldn’t bring myself to kill him, knowing you have scores you want to settle."
Raven was silent for a moment, staring at the man propped against a small rock.
The Kageyama Patriarch stared back. His lean face had been consumed by cruel scars that twisted his features into something barely recognizable. He chuckled and giggled, looking into Raven’s eyes with the intensity of someone who had lost every thread of reason and found the loss amusing.
And Raven, standing before the presence of this man, could not move.
Not a single finger. Not a single step. She trembled, and no matter how much she tried to suppress it, the trembling only deepened. A Paragon... someone of her caliber. Facing the source of her childhood trauma and still finding herself unable to hold still.