Aether continued prowling over the cracked, debris-strewn street floor as onlookers pointed their cameras at him. "I just realized I came here without a plan," he muttered, his voice carrying a touch of sardonic humor. Across the way, Altan strode over to Mirakos, his movements unhurried yet ominously deliberate.
"You there! Remember what I told you a few days ago? I killed him." Altan's tone was flat, devoid of emotion, yet his lips curled into a thin, mocking smile.
"I killed your dad," Altan repeated, his hand effortlessly lifting Mirakos by the collar. The boy hung limply in his grasp, his vision blurred and his senses disoriented. Yet, the haunting reminder of his father's death drummed relentlessly in his ears.
