Victor's POV
I shook my head and threw that thought away as he might have replenished himself between the fights when he was not targeted by anyone unlike me who was targeted by the old countess from the very start of the ambush.
Feeling my strength fully return, I pushed myself to my feet and walked toward the shattered remains of the battlefield. My gaze swept over the destruction and my eyes narrowed as I took in the extent of the devastation.
The deranged old countess had been obliterated beyond recognition with her body reduced to shards and splinters.
A buried thought forced its way to the surface as I surveyed the carnage, How did he get so strong at such a young age? My mind wandered, conjuring dangerous possibilities. Could he truly be a distant branch descendant of the Sangrials, or...?
