"Huh?"
As Silver gazed at a scene which he was sure he would never forget, his eyes widened and his mouth refused to close.
Some might call Silver's expression disgraceful, but if they saw what Silver saw, then they'd keep quiet.
A few meters in front of Silver and directly in front of his grandfather was the decapitated head of the crimson lion. And directly behind the corpse of the crimson lion was a line that continued farther than what Silver could see.
The line was not a gorge, and the ground did not split apart.
No
It was more like somebody just drew a very straight line with a sharp object on the ground.
To some, this might seem unremarkable, but Silver did not see it as such. What his grandfather did, the effortless manner in which his grandfather killed the Crimson Lion caused Silver to feel a certain emotion.
Desire.
