CHAPTER 816
Drevor could be seen standing still for a moment, his eyes fixed on his brother who was on the ground laying in his own pool of blood.
His back was turned to the carnage.
Drevor just kept staring with a conflicted look on his face, as he didn't quite know how to feel after killing Rivock.
The weight of the act seemed to hang in the air, thick and suffocating.
"Well, he had it coming," he muttered with a cold scoff, trying to dismiss the lingering guilt.
Turning away, he began searching for who would be his next target when his eyes landed on Grey, still meditating to replenish his mana.
"Bing— huh?" He muttered confusedly as he slowly turned his head after feeling a sudden, sharp spike in someone's aura.
Spinning around, he could see Rivock's body twitching uncontrollably for a few seconds before it grew eerily still again.
Seconds passed in tense silence as Drevor stared at the corpse grimly, his brow furrowed in suspicion.
