Lyon stood up and yawned, stretching his arms casually as the wails of the devil cultivators filled the air.
"Have some rest, Yala. You will see your mother before you remember to drink," Lyon declared with a nonchalant tone.
Yala could only watch Lyon's face from the side in awe. A realization dawned upon her that every exaggerated tale in the history about Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga was true. The significance of it all was now deadly apparent. He, who once reached the Zenith of cultivation, had now returned—youthful as ever, wild as ever, and seemingly weak as never.
The scene oscillated back and forth between Lyon overwhelming the devil cultivators and the revelation from Luce.
"He saw my son's death?" Cecile asked in disbelief, her eyes reflecting a mixture of shock and sorrow.
Luce nodded solemnly.
"You know very well if you lie to—" Cecile began, her tone sharp.
"I won't dare," Luce interjected, shaking her head with a sense of urgency.
