Silas stared straight into the flames, his gaze serious.
He looked to the side.
There were new people.
Alfred and Billie.
Brother and sister, both monsters of their own.
None of them said anything, but they acknowledged each other with silence.
Their eyes were fixed on the black flames.
"It looks similar to Han's," Silas muttered beneath his breath.
It was a silent word, something no other person but him should have heard.
But he received a reply either way.
"Han was just a vessel that contained my seed. He might be strong, but don't compare us."
The words reverberated through the air, echoing countless times over as if hundreds of people were repeating them.
But they all knew it was the same person and the same voice.
The flames suddenly shrank, everything converging into one point.
The floor beneath that point had long been destroyed, reduced to nothingness under the immense power of the black flames.
A golden bright lance formed in the air above Alfred.
