Nikolai looked at his grandfather and couldn't help but ask—he wanted to know more about his family and the man who was helping him.
"Grandfather... what happened to her, your Luna?"
The moment he asked, the room suddenly trembled with a powerful aura exerted from Viktor's body, filled with bloodlust, anger and sorrow.
He gazed at Nikolai, eyes empty as if they were strangers, but this look only lasted a fraction of a second before the light and emotion returned to his grandfather's eyes.
"My dear grandson..." A shaky voice caused Nikolai to straighten his back, and he could feel something within those raspy words. It was an emotion he couldn't quite grasp.
However, there was something similar...
'When I think of my mother... before I knew I could save her.'
[You are a gentle boy, Nikolai.]
