"S-so… that's what happened, huh?"
Rebal was still recoiling from the words of his son.
What he described wasn't as gory or bloody as what Ralyks had displayed during the Dark Gathering, but something about it felt more twisted.
… Far darker.
"The worst part is, I could have sworn that there was a lot of damage during the entire fight, but there's nothing! Nothing at all…" Asher replied, still not completely himself.
The honest truth was that he was scared.
Was he in a dream? Was he in reality? What if, just like the Mercenary Gang, he thought he saw something which wasn't real?
Asher didn't know what to believe anymore.
"You just need rest." Rebal smiled at his son, though he too had some rabid fear within himself.
Perhaps they both needed the rest.
"Sir Ralyks… he slaughtered all the enemies without mercy. I've never seen a man kill with such… lack of remorse."
And so many at once too.
