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Kitsune's breath faltered as she stared directly into his eyes .

He was the kind of person who swallowed his anger, his emotions, his pain.

If no one bothered him, he would simply continue as he always had—fading into the background, unnoticed and unimportant.

Just a shadow. Never the main character, never the center of anything. And that was fine. It was easier that way.

But this was not a sign of weakness or lack of character.

People like him were the most dangerous—the ones who swallowed their pain, their fury, their grief, locking it away where no one could see.

Because when they finally broke, it wasn't just anger that spilled out—it was everything they had ever held back.

Every scar, every swallowed scream, every moment of restraint, unleashed in a storm that no one could stop.

Kitsune felt it—the bloodlust, the killing intent, the sheer disgust radiating from him as he looked at her.

"I'm going to talk." Her voice barely carried over the tension between them.

"Then do it. Stop wasting my time."

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Kitsune exhaled slowly, steadying herself.

"The last time I saw her was five years ago… in a dream,"

"After I did what she asked… to kill you… she kept her word and granted me divine power."

She stopped there, watching him carefully, waiting for some sign that it was enough.

But his expression didn't waver. If anything, the glow in his hand burned hotter, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"That's it? That was the last thing she ordered you to do?"

The air around him crackled, his rage barely restrained, each word a warning—one more lie, and he would break.

Something deep in her memory stirred.

No. That wasn't the last thing.

There had been one more task.

Her silence lingered—too long.

He sucked in a sharp breath. The light in his hands flared, wild and erratic.

"You did something else for her. Tell me!" he demanded.

His eyes locked onto hers, sharp and unwavering, cutting through whatever lie she might have tried to conjure.

There was no escape from that gaze. No room for half-truths or evasions.

"Did you kill someone else?"

Kitsune felt the blood drain from her face.

"Did you kill a woman?"

He froze, his whole body shaking as blood welled up in the corners of his eyes, a sign of just how much he was holding in.

His power surged, barely restrained, the golden light flickering erratically like sparks of electricity.

The air itself was compressing under the weight of his rage.

Mind Zero activated over and over, searching for a way to calm him down. But nothing worked. Nothing could fix this.

Even Pantheon, the one who always reminded him to stay in control, remained silent.

It knew Asher was at his breaking point.

And if he lost control now… there would be no stopping the change that would occur in his personality.

As for whether it would be a change for better or worse, only time would tell.

"DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER?" he roared, his breath whipping her hair back.

It wasn't just a question. It was desperation. A plea for her to say no. To prove him wrong.

But the truth could be seen in her face.

For the first time in years, Kitsune wished she could undo the past.

Greed drove her to obey the angel's command, the promise of power blinding her to everything else.

She never stopped to think about the consequences, never imagined that one simple task would come back to haunt her.

But she had created a monster.

And that monster would be the end of her.

"ANSWER ME!"

The glow in his hands surged, and the air exploded with heat.

She had no defense. No excuse.

(Brat, if you do this, you won't come back.)

Pantheon could no longer just stand by.

His jaw clenched, but his hands didn't lower.

"Maybe I don't want to come back. Maybe I need to be ruthless so no one will ever dare take anything from me again. This happened because I was weak before…" he growled. He was now self-loathing.

If he had been strong, he could have saved her. No—he could have given her the world. Protected her.

Given her a life without fear, without pain.

Instead, her days were filled with suffering, one hardship after another.

And just when she finally found a sliver of happiness—just when she had something to hold onto—it was ripped away.

Too soon. Too cruelly because she was related to him.

"Brat, stop!" Pantheon warned, but it was already too late.

The clouds above roared, splitting open as bolts of lightning rained down upon the city.

Streets cracked, structures crumbled, yokai and humans alike were struck.

The storm showed no discrimination—anything in its path was reduced to ashes.

Hisame and Lucy barely had time to react, throwing up a barrier just in time to shield themselves .

'Asher...' Beneath her mask, Lucy was worried.

She didn't know why, but the storm of lightning felt like more than just raw destruction—it was a reflection of his heart.

Wild. Chaotic. Lashing out at everything in its path.

"I need to go to him. He needs me," she said aloud, already moving.

But before she could take another step, Hisame grabbed her shoulder, holding her back.

"Are you out of your mind? Look!" She pointed toward the massive crater, where the ground still sizzled with energy. "All that lightning will kill you!"

"Let go of me! You're our enemy, so why are you stopping me?" Lucy spat out.

Hisame sighed, shaking her head. "He told me to keep you safe… and if you die, I'll be the one facing his wrath next. I'd rather not be on the receiving end of that monster. "

"He's not a monster!" Lucy shot back. "He's a victim.... forced into this situation with no choice!"

"A victim? Are you sure?" Hisame repeated, her tone filled with doubt.

She didn't mean to sound harsh—it was just that she couldn't begin to imagine how someone so powerful could be a victim of anything.