Lucian silently sat near the window on a sturdy wooden chair. Catching glances outside, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief.
'Can't believe I've finally gotten free of that old man's sight. Though, I'm still hesitant to talk freely. Who knows where he might be hiding?' He thought as he gazed over the slowly rising sun across the horizon.
It had been nearly a day since the commotion caused by the old man. The people who had been affected already moved on, for this wasn't a rare occurrence in this world.
Commotions that were unintentionally caused by loss of control over one's energy were common.
Lucian, on the other hand, couldn't let go of that moment. Recalling the very image his eyes had caught, he couldn't help but wonder, "'Only when you inhabit such hatred for the world can you truly become a part of our lineage,' was it?"
"World, huh? If so, then does the reason behind his hatred towards me stem from the same reason?" He asked himself in a low voice.
