Silas walked toward Scylas with a small smile. No one knew if the smile was mocking, joyful, or something else.
But soon, the identical twins stood face to face and attracted the attention of the entire room. Even Edward watched intently.
"You should know something, Scylas. I did understand the betrayals. The one who still doesn't understand the fate that awaits him is you." After saying that, Silas raised one of his crutches and slammed it into his brother's chest, pushing him to the ground.
"You wanted to rule over me... you've done so for the last 25 years," he muttered.
"Are you happy now?" he asked, putting the tip of the makeshift wooden crutch to his face to stab him. "Tell me... Are you happy?" His cold expression spoke louder than his words.
