"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
A loud, guttural, and utterly maniacal laugh erupted throughout the dim surroundings, tearing through everyone's ears and sending an instinctive chill down their spines.
Grace's eyes settled on the boy standing before her.
His jaw had been torn apart, and blood was still pouring from his mangled mouth, staining his clothes and dripping onto the ground beneath him.
And yet… he didn't even look like he was in pain.
Instead… he was laughing—laughing like a complete madman, as though the situation he found himself in was genuinely amusing, making Grace's expression twitch faintly.
Meanwhile, Silas's eyes widened as he stared at Lucian.
He couldn't understand it.
How could someone react like that after having their jaw literally ripped off?
A chill ran down his spine as Lucian's bloodied, half-torn face shifted towards him, those bright golden eyes settling directly on him.
The blood flowing from Lucian's face suddenly stopped.
