Flavia's heart pounded violently as a chilling realization struck her—the children hiding nearby.
No, no. Calm yourself. They're just mages. They can't hurt me.
She tried to move again, but her body refused to respond. No matter how much she willed it, neither her limbs nor her mana obeyed.
Nero and Delilah approached cautiously, their eyes scanning the surroundings for anything they could use to finish the job. And then they saw it.
A sword—Victry's sword, the one he had used to carve open the beast's heart. Nearby, one of the beast's massive teeth lay among the rubble.
Delilah stepped forward without hesitation, gripping the sword before turning toward the women's unmoving form.
But Nero stopped her
"You take him," Nero said, pointing toward Victry's lifeless body.
Delilah was silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without a word, she turned toward the corpse, her steps slow and deliberate.
Nero, however, turned to Nemsus. His voice was steady but firm.
"Cover her eyes."
He was referring to lunia.
Grabbing a jagged beast tooth, Nero walked toward Flavia.
The Duke was already dead—not worth his hatred. Delilah could handle that. But Flavia? She was still alive.
Barely.
Her body lay limp, unresponsive, her mana in complete disarray. She could feel almost nothing, control nothing.
Her vision was blurred, her hearing distant, but then, through the fog of her fading mind, she saw the shadow approaching.
The boy.
For a fleeting moment, lost in the haze of her fading thoughts.
A surge of bitter amusement filled her. She knew exactly what had happened here.
But as the shadow stepped closer, as his vision sharpened just enough, the realization flooded his mind: She recognized what he was holding.
In an instant, her amusement twisted into sheer terror.
She understood what was comming.
Her breath hitched even more as she struggled, desperately willing her limbs to move. But they refused to obey.
Nero's face twisted into a terrifying grin.
It wasn't just about gaining three Enys to make himself stronger. No, the real prize was vengeance.
Viser's.
She wasn't the one who had killed him, but she had stood with those who did. Gaius was already dead—out of his reach. But Flavia? She was right here. Helpless.
She would pay in his place.
Nero leaped onto her, his hands trembling with rage, his breath ragged.
Flavia tried to scream, but she couldn't. She watched in Terror as the stabbing began.
The jagged tooth pierced her stomach, then her chest.
The son of a bitch was enjoying it.
Once.
Twice.
Again. And again. And again.
Flavia could feel the deep, sickening pain blooming in her gut, but she couldn't even cry out.
Her mana was shattered, her nerves failing, her thoughts scattered.
She wanted to fight back, but she couldn't. She wanted to beg, but he couldn't. All she could do was feel it.
The tooth sinking deeper and deeper into her flesh reaching her heart.
Then the stabbing stopped. Nero dropped the tooth and instead pushed his hands into the wound, searching for something.
He dug into the torn flesh, pressing deeper and deeper.
Flavia felt it all—her shattered heart being pulled out of her chest.
And then the tug, the terrible, sickening pull.
She watched helplessly as her own Eny was ripped from her body, her existence erased in the hands of a child fueled by nothing but hatred.
And then—nothing.
She died.
Even through the weight of his sorrow, a dark thrill coursed through him.
It had been years since he last killed. Too long. And despite everything… it felt good.
He had stopped for Viser.
He didn't need to. He didn't want to.
But now that Viser was gone… who was left to hold him back?
Why shouldn't he kill them all?
Every bastard who had a hand in this—he would hunt them down. One by one.
As he turned to his sister, he found her in the same blood-soaked state as him.
Victry's lifeless body lay beneath her knees, motionless. In one hand, she gripped a sword; in the other, a white sphere, its blade gleaming in the dim light.
Even drenched in blood, she was as beautiful as ever.
With a smile that mirrored his, she turned towards him.
But just as quickly as it appeared, the smile vanished, her face returning to its usual, unreadable calm.
Then he turned towards Nemsus and roan, as they were standing behind him.
He found them frozen in shock, eyes wide at the sight before them.
Was that fear,
But why?
Nero instinctively touched his own face—only to realize he had been smiling. He quickly erased it.
He was too much focused on the dead women, he totaly forgot about them
Delilah stepped forward, silently placing two Enys in Nero's hands—the beast's and Victry's.
Without a word, he took a part of his shirt and wrapped them there in, his grip tightening around the fabric. Then, he looked up at Delilah, his voice low and steady.
"What now?" Nero asked, his voice cold.
"They're going to hunt us down," Delilah said. "We need to run."
Nemsus hesitated, his expression tense, as if about to ask something. But Delilah had already turned, her gaze fixed on the distant mountains.
"Somewhere they'll never find us."
She looked at her brother waiting for him to say something witch he did
Looking at nemsus and roan he said
We do not have an option not after what i did , and we better start Moving soon
They wanted to say something but didn't
Delilah understood what Nero wanted to say and then she started Moving