Instantaneously, Cyrus sped in strength toward the turns at the other side and slew them by his claws alone.
It was such that the turns did not see him coming and at the same time, there were no ceremonial talks between Cyrus and the turns before he slaughtered each one and cut out their hearts, there was also no grief and no regret. Cyrus enjoyed every bit of everything.
Such was the case that Cyrus was filled to the brim with satisfaction and more reasons his parents; elders, were proud of him and chose him again and again over the weakling who should be dead by now.
Most especially, he was his mother's child rather than his father's and Cora was most proud of him because he would execute their interest in a stylish and unforgettable way.
