Domnhar was sitting calmly on the couch. His black hair, with streaks of white, showed his old age. In his hand was a glass filled with red-colored wine.
He took a small sip of it slowly. Then his eyes met the pair of three eyes.
"Why did I do that?" he said and paused, his expression thoughtful. But there was no guilt on his face, just a cold calmness.
He put the wine glass on the wooden table with a tap sound.
"I used them… for my own greed… for power. But it's all in vain now." His gaze turned toward the window. It was a scene of the town from the window.
The group listened to him with wary eyes. Their grip tightened on their weapons.
"I had not expected something like this to happen. All my material was sacrificed for their objectives," Domnhar said. His voice was calm and steady. His gaze fell on the group again.
"What do you mean by material? Who are you really?" Amon asked from behind Selena. His expression was not good.
Domnhar got up on his feet.
