The End of the Valier Matter
After punishing Simon, Victor released the pressure he had been exerting onto the surrounding people.
The invisible weight that had crushed everyone into submission disappeared without warning.
For a moment, nobody moved.
The people who had been forced to their knees remained frozen where they were, breathing heavily as sensation slowly returned to their limbs. Some rubbed their shoulders and wrists, while others simply stared at Victor with pale faces.
The street, which had been filled with tension and fear only moments earlier, became strangely quiet.
Victor stood at the center of it all.
His black hair moved gently in the passing breeze, while his golden eyes swept across the people before him. His black shirt and leather pants looked almost untouched by everything that had happened, while the golden jacket hanging over his shoulders gave him an almost careless appearance.
He had finally finished dealing with Simon.
