Two crying babies echoed as a silver-haired werewolf jumped through the half-destroyed roof, his familiar voice calling out. "Son, they're safe! I've got them!" Ivan's silver eyes instantly became cold the moment he saw the undead.
His body covered in flames, smoke and dirt as Ivan stepped closer.
"These filthy bastards, I knew they liked this kind of trick..." Ivan's eyes widened as Nikita flung at him and snatched the two children from his arms. "Calm down, daughter... They're safe, it's okay."
He didn't shout or get mad.
Instead, he stroked her hair and let out a long sigh.
"What happened!?" The undead screamed at the sight of Ivan... his existence fading because of the black flames consuming him.
"Your corpse explosion failed." Ivan stepped closer to the decaying body.
