Under the dim chandelier were tens of corpses with gruesome slash wounds on their bodies. The throne was empty and had smeared blood across it. However, two silhouettes were seen dancing in the same direction under the nightmare of what was once a delightful kingdom.
Lyon's aggressive move made Selena take retreated steps, alas, the former was relentless. The tears were the symbol, the sign that her emotion was still inside her. Lyon's eyes opened as he kept track of what Selena was experiencing.
( If your emotion is buried, I will at the very least dig one up! ) thought Lyon as his eyes sharpened before Selena's back was up against the wall.
Lyon pulled back and let her lips part. He could sniff her fragrance and panting as the latter's eyes met the former's. His chest heaved before he let out a smile despite blood running down from his temple.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Selena.
Lyon smirked a smile, "Heh, you don't get it, do you?"
