[A/N: For understanding purposes, this and the next chapters will have ' * ' when English dialogues are spoken and ' "" ' for Lycorian language.]
Victor had been waiting for this moment... to finally speak with the so-called Terra people who had carved scars into his world.
For the suffering that Terra created.
For the lives that Terra erased without hesitation.
For the pain that Terra carved into flesh, into memory, into the very breath of existence.
He needed answers... the truth behind what drove those Terra people to spread chaos across a world that once knew only warmth, laughter, and quiet love.
The cries still echoed!
The blood still clung to his senses!!
The torn flesh still lingered in his thoughts!!!
None of it had faded, not even slightly.
*Who are you people?*
Victor's voice emerged low and controlled, yet contained with a murderous edge, as though restraint itself trembled under pressure.
