"Lyka... remember, in your next life, never trust anyone easily."
Lyka's head flew into the air, eyes frozen in disbelief at the fact that Drakion had assassinated and killed her. Her gaze dimmed as her head thudded to the ground, blood pooling in every direction.
Drakion stared coldly at her corpse and shook his head.
"It's really fate that we met again... allowing me to take revenge."
He hadn't planned on doing it—not at first. But the moment he felt a flicker of happiness upon hearing what had happened to her clan, something twisted in his mind. The urge to kill her took over.
"Your relapse of the Devouring occurred again," Drax sighed, while Drakion simply shook his head.
"Well, blame fate and misfortune for making us meet again," Drakion muttered, glancing at the body before turning away.
"Oh? Do you think so?" a voice suddenly echoed behind him.
Drakion and Drax froze. The voice—it was familiar, one he would never forget.
