"Yes..."
Seraphina solemnly nodded, her expression filled with tension. In the next breath, her presence vanished—swift and silent, like a shadow consumed by the wind.
Within the grand square, Ricky's compound eyes glimmered with a dangerous light, like lightning building before a storm. The air around him crackled faintly, charged with unspoken fury. Vice Leader Marcus stood at a short distance, entirely unbothered, his serene demeanor making it feel as though Ricky didn't even exist—an insect buzzing pointlessly before a mountain.
He didn't even look at him. That was what stung the most.
Ricky's voice, low and sharp, broke the tension.
"Why did you do this...?"
His tone wasn't just accusatory—it held something deeper. Confusion. Pain. Fury buried beneath layers of restraint.
