"G–Grandma…" Celeste's voice trembled, her eyes welling with tears the moment she saw Melfina standing there.
The old woman's expression was serious and cold much like James.
James stood frozen for a few seconds, his jaw tightening as his gaze fixed on the figure before him.
He couldn't believe it.
He didn't want to believe it.
His own son had gone this far… to attack Central Vedelia itself.
"What have you done, Cyril…" James muttered in disbelief.
"Father, as always, you're late," Cyril replied with a mocking chuckle, crimson mana flickering faintly around his body.
James took a slow step forward, trying to make sense of it. "Why did you do this? My father—your grandfather—he must have done something to you, right? Lazarus must've filled your head with lies." His tone cracked, desperate to find a reason, any reason that could make this make sense.
But Cyril only smirked, his expression twisting with disdain.
