Silas reached the lowest level of the building, exiting the elevator with practiced ease.
He saw Mira and Lilura standing outside it.
Mira still had the same stoic expression.
But Lilura was different.
Instead of her normal cheerful face, her eyes were heavy.
And Silas's eyes could see traces of something on her clothes.
"Where is Michael?" He asked with furrowed brows.
He had his own theories already, but he chose not to believe them until he heard from Lilura herself.
Lilura did not reply. She broke into tears.
"Did he tell you anything about the leader of the Crimson Fang?" Silas asked directly.
His expression did not shift a bit. He moved to the most important thing immediately.
Lilura's gaze shook.
She looked at Silas, her eyes turning red from anger.
"You did not even flinch at the fact that your friend had died. Are you even human?" She yelled, turning around as she stormed off.
Mira looked at Lilura's leaving figure, then at Silas.
