She stood in the center of the courtyard, her hands tightly clasped over her chest.
The wind brushed through her long hair, lifting a few strands, yet unable to take away the heavy weight in her heart.
She gazed at the empty sky, as if she could still hear the echoes of the departing spaceship.
Beside her stood Ethan and Ethan, both pale-faced and eyes filled with panic.
The brothers stood side by side, their bodies stiff.
There was no communication between them, but the same fear was written on their faces.
Ethan's lips trembled slightly, Ethan's pupils kept contracting.
Their ears were slightly pressed back, the inherent alertness and unease of their Beastman bloodline.
They had never witnessed such a scene.
In their memory, Father had always been gentle, Mother's most cherished companion.
Every day there was spiritual calm, how could he suddenly lose control?
Why would Dad become like this?
Scenes from childhood flashed back one after another.
