The house was littered with hybrids as Xiran and Aselia made their way through, leaving piles of bodies in their wake.
Taking his brother's life had cast darker shadows on his peace-loving heart. It had tainted him to the point of no return and he knew he would never be the same.
For now, he had bottled up his emotions, he needed to be strong for Aselia because he could see she was on auto-pilot. Her face was blank like a clean slate, void of emotions and she was utterly quiet. These were always dangerous signs when it came down to her. The signs of a brewing storm.
They made their way to his father's study and Xiran took the lead, holding her by her arm, he threw the door open but the study was empty. The broken furniture, scattered books and torn papers were all they could see.
"Where is he?" she hissed from behind him, her forehead creasing in annoyance.
"Let's keep looking. Come," he lead her out so they would search for him.
