Huh? A villa? Lian lives here? The thought crossed his mind, but he shook his head. Impossible…
Corvan ignored the boy, entering the building with a solemn expression. He had seen it while landing with the flying sword.
The boy was lying in the garden in a pool of his own blood.
He reached the spot, observing the scene with interest.
At the same time, Rick followed Corvan, one hand under his chin as he murmured, "Are you sure Lian lives here—"
The moment he saw the scene, the relaxed expression on his face vanished, replaced by terror. "Lian!"
He ran at full speed toward the boy, lying on the ground.
He looked dead.
His body seemed to float in a pool of blood. The garden resembled a war-torn battlefield, with blood everywhere.
Rick grabbed Lian's body forcefully, turning him face-up, expecting anything.
Scratches, wounds, injuries, even holes in his body, but nothing.
He was perfectly fine.
