Khrom was dead. Without a shadow of a doubt, he was dead. After being beaten to such a state, if he was still alive, he would truly deserve to live.
Unfortunately, he wasn't that lucky.
Ning looked at Kell who was looking at the dead Khrom in horror.
'Rich kid reared in safety. He probably hasn't seen the true horrors of the world yet,' Ning thought. 'Could such a person's father truly be capable of sending so many people to their death?' he wondered.
He remembered the sweet old man that had thanked him after he healed his child. That man knew love, could he truly—
'His son!' Ning's eyes widened when he remembered about Zand. 'His son was paralyzed for quite a while right? Could it be that he partnered up with Khrom for this particular reason?' he wondered.
Ning couldn't understand why though. 'Killing people won't save a paralyzed child at all. He has no reason to— '
"Senior!" Famir shook him back awake.
