After covering the ice that held Kafrik, Vivian raised his hand, and the ground slowly rose, wrapping around the frozen figure like a grave.
The sound of shifting earth echoed through the air.
It wasn't mercy that made him stop, he simply didn't want Kafrik dead yet.
There were still many things he planned to do with him, many lessons he wanted him to learn.
When it was done, Vivian turned toward Charlotte.
His expression softened as he smiled, and this time, it wasn't cruel.
It was gentle, warm, and full of love.
The sharp contrast made it even more unsettling.
Charlotte didn't speak.
She only stared at him, her chest heavy with unspoken words.
The boy who once laughed easily and blushed over small things was gone.
What stood before her was someone else, someone who had seen too much darkness and chosen to embrace it.
"Haa…."
She sighed quietly, lowering her gaze.
'He used to be so pure,' she thought, her lips trembling slightly.
