While Draco was undoubtedly enjoying himself, Shuro was far from it. Coming here, he had fully believed his father was dead, driven by a desire for righteous vengeance. However, discovering that his father was still alive, albeit having suffered unimaginable torture, was a different reality altogether.
And then, to witness the flicker of hope that had ignited in his heart for a brief moment in his heart, to rescue and restore his father, extinguished right before his eyes with no chance of recovery, was unbearable. To go from resigned to hopeful, only to plunge into the depths of despair, it was unimaginable what his mental state must have been.
Actually, one did not, as a matter of fact, need to imagine anything. The two men had been radiating their auras wantonly the entire time, Draco releasing his blackish aura full of malevolence and evil, while Shuro released a sharp and pristine aura of severance and sword light.
