Dane, after seizing the Shield, didn't linger for even a moment and immediately left the room.
He sprinted all the way until he stopped in front of a collapsed pitch-black building.
This was evidently a granary that had been burned down.
Dane held the Shield in his hand, his gaze fixed on the building before him, his eyes filled with desolation and loneliness.
Raindrops fell on him, sliding down his sharp-angled face and entering the collar of his shirt, yet he seemed oblivious.
"Father, rest assured, I will find your killer and avenge you! No matter what it is!"
Staring at the place that buried his loved ones, Dane once more firmed his resolve to uncover the true culprit.
Just then, as if sensing something, he abruptly raised his head and looked towards his side.
"Who's there!?"
Following his gaze, not far from him stood two figures, silently watching him.
Dane's pupils shrank.
These two seemed a bit out of the ordinary...
