"Why did you kill the maids?" Azar asked, his expression neutral.
His emerald eyes dimmed as the traits on his body slowly disappeared bit by bit.
"Think."
An ominous voice was heard.
"Necessary... is that it?" Azar spoke as the voice vibrated inside his head.
"Yes..."
The voice was heard once more.
Azar closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the emerald eyes were gone.
"You will never come out again..." Azar spoke as he sighed.
And so he stayed like that until morning came.
Step by step, Azar walked back to the base.
By the time he reached his tent, Mela was already awake. She crouched in a corner like a ball, shivering.
"Hey, Mela," Azar, now back to normal, said excitedly as he put on his best smile.
But Mela trembled when she heard his voice.
She barely moved, and Azar felt a pang of heartache, but he still smiled.
"You wait here. I will cook for us," Azar said hurriedly as he moved and began preparing food.
At this time, Mela raised her eyes.
