Not long after, all the people who had escaped the brainwashing had fled the tower.
Leaving Kael and Luna alone in this horrible place.
That was obvious.
No one wanted to stay with a pile of corpses for too long.
Perhaps among those who had fled, there were some who were relatives of the people Kael had killed.
However, he did not feel too regretful or sad.
That was the best result.
And perhaps… the survivors did not blame Kael either.
Then, without having to maintain his image, he immediately relaxed, sat down on the floor, and gasped for breath.
— Are you okay?
Luna squatted down beside Kael, looking at him with a caring gaze.
"I… am fine."
He forced a smile, despite the beads of sweat the size of beans that were continuously secreting on his forehead.
The wounds from the battle just now were slowly returning.
Especially the pain at the back of his neck.
After all, Kael had been attacked there five times in a row.
