When Silence Breaks
Then Victor finally opened his mouth.
His voice was quiet.
Cold.
"For what reason…"
"…do you do this?"
The tone alone made the atmosphere shift.
Lane and Clara both felt it instantly.
The wild excitement Victor usually showed before battle—the gleam in his golden eyes, the almost childish eagerness when facing a strong enemy—was gone.
Something darker had taken its place.
Something colder.
Lane frowned slightly.
What's wrong…?
She had seen Victor angry before. She had seen him amused, reckless, even bloodthirsty.
But this…
This was different.
This was the kind of calm that came before a storm.
Clara noticed it too.
Victor wasn't moving.
But the air around him felt heavy.
Dangerous.
Alibaba tilted his skull slightly as if considering the question.
"What reason?"
The necromancer let out a thoughtful hum.
"Truthfully…"
"…I can no longer remember the original reason."
