Kyran galloped with all he had.
His ferocious eyes were fixed on the charging horde right beside him, determined to stop them.
Noises that seeped into his ear—be it the rumbling growls from the horde, his own weary breath, or the sound of wind rushing against his body, all of them were muted. He can only hear the voice inside his mind.
A voice that belonged to the person whom he owed everything to.
'I'm going to beat you up because you failed to protect Naela.'
Rex's voice from the night when he almost lost Naela echoed inside the chamber of his mind.
'If you let something like this happen again, I hope Naela dies. And even if she was able to somehow survive again—I'll kill her. So that her death would be your fault and you could drown in regret for the rest of your life.'
Back then, he lost his mind on a rampage.
He lost sight of what mattered and allowed the anger inside to consume him.
Now, he wasn't going to make the same mistake again.
