With trembling fingers, Kharos raised his hand, holding the severed head of Adam, its hollow eye sockets and twisted expression revealing the depth of the suffering he had endured before death.
The Dukes gasped upon seeing the horrifying head of Adam. Even Hector, who wished for his brother's death, could not help but feel chills at the mere sight of it.
"M-my son..." Kharos mumbled, his eyes growing misty.
In his entire life, Kharos had only taken from others. For the first time, he experienced the pain of losing something. First, it was his close friend and knight, Rhaegar, and now his precious son, Adam.
As he silently stared at Adam's head, his grief slowly turned into anger, and then into vengeance.
The air around him stirred, his body glowing bright yellow as he shifted his piercing gaze toward the dark knight standing in the distant valley.
"H-how dare you!?" Kharos roared, bolting toward the valley, blinded by rage.
