Ryu froze before this scene before laughing. This wasn't a laughter of sadness, nor was it one of grief or remorse. No, it was a laughter of disgust and disdain, pervaded by an uncontrollable killing intent.
In his life, whether the first or this second, Ryu had never killed a person. In fact, he had never felt killing intent toward another. Yet, in just a few months' span, he had felt it not just once, but twice.
From Ryu's analysis of the formation protecting this underground space, the Opes Clan had not opened this hidden area for several thousand years. However, just how ironic was it that the tufts of grass surrounding the Tor Clan's identical fountain was worn dry, scraped from constant usage?
On the surface, King Tor was pushing his own son to the brink of death, forcing him to live a life of despair and anguish, while in reality, he was benefitting from the very Devils he made his son out to be.
