Chapter 181 - Murderer! (1/2)

(Jane's PoV)

Blood. Blood everywhere.

All I could see was blood.

Where am I? This question appeared in my mind. The place was so dark, no, rather than saying it was dark, it was actually black. The only colors that appeared in my vision were black, red, and white. It was like an endless nightmare, brought me back to when I saw Senior Rizal was killed.

He was bathed in his own blood with a hole in his chest. His heart was pierced by a soft looking hand, yet so sharp to be able to penetrate the body. Blood kept flowing to the floor and reached my feet to where I was standing.

No, it was not right. At that time, his blood wasn't as much as this. Something was not right. Where did all this blood come from?

A cry filled with terror made me looked up to where the source was. Out of nowhere, I saw some people were being chased by something. Far behind these people was a man who emitted a strong cold aura that I was almost sure this man was an iceberg. His murderous intent was so strong that I couldn't help but feel affected by it. He was walking calmly but his every step created a tremor and terror. He looked overbearing and terrifying. Too bad I couldn't see his face clearly.

The one that was chasing the people was a creese. It was flying and emitted a faint glow of yellow light. Anyone could tell that the man was controlling the creese. However, what I couldn't understand was, usually something with yellow light was not evil, but why was this creese murdering people like that?

Yellow, gold, white, blue, green, and orange were warm lights where it represented a good mystic weapon that was made for goodness. Its main trait was for defense. But, why was this one used to kill people? What happened here exactly?

That group of people was consisted of two a.d.u.l.t women, two a.d.u.l.t men, two young boys around 14 and 8 years old, and a young girl around 10 years old. They were all running in fright, but in the end, no one could survive as the creese took their lives one by one.

This scene was strangely familiar to me. Where did I see it?

I watched as the creese flew back into his hands. The faint yellow glow finally lit up his face and my eyes widened in shock as I saw that man's face.

How-how could it be? Why did my father look like a cold-blooded killer?

My breath got caught in my throat that I had a hard time to breathe. I refused to believe that my father was the one who killed those people, even those children, without batting an eyelid. He even didn't look remorse after all he did. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, as if what he did was a just.

I didn't know that man. I didn't know him. He was not my father.

Those a.d.u.l.ts… I didn't know, but maybe they committed something bad. After all, I did kill someone before. But, those children… what did they do? How could he kill them?

No, that was not my father. My father wouldn't be that heartless.