"I mean, after so many years, people say that old matters can be buried."
Hycintos stepped over the specks of blood beneath his feet,
"But I finally understood that was wrong, because the past will crawl back on its own."
He lightly raised his index finger, speaking to La Sha Er like a conductor directing a piece of music.
"Hycintos... you... what's wrong with you?"
La Sha Er retreated while sternly questioning him.
He did not think that his injured self was much weaker than the First War God, Hycintos. Yet every nerve cell in his brain was telling him that he absolutely could not continue entangling himself with this man today.
"Why did you kill Violet, who was on your side? Aren't you conscious right now?"
Only then did La Sha Er belatedly realize that the seal binding him had completely vanished.
He had regained his freedom and should have been deliriously happy, but at this moment, he felt only a bone-deep dread.
He could not understand Hycintos, and that inability to understand him brought a terror that shattered all logic.
"On my side? Hahaha... La Sha Er, you're a little too naive."
Hycintos spoke as he walked, his tone gentle and bizarre,
"These commoners are like candlelight, making me want to snuff them out."
His eyes seemed to see through to twenty years ago.
That day had also been the Krui Di National Day Festival, though people later came to call it the "Day of Bloodshed."
He had escaped from the estate, only to see this city-state, as well as the neighboring estate, engulfed in fire and belching black smoke.
Back then, he had not dared to look up.
Because if he looked up, he would see the inhuman thing atop his own estate—
"He can't have gotten