The screams of pain stopped, blood dyeing the sacred ground where important meetings take place, the high and mighty people of the Yun family suspended above and made to watch as they could do nothing, a deep helpless feeling filling their hearts, a feeling that they had either forgotten or hoped to never feel again.
Xiao viewed all this with calm eyes, seeing the despair clouding their faces, seeing the helplessness sinking deep into their bones. For a moment, Xiao felt exhilarated, in his mind playing the past where he had to watch helplessly as his mother tried to save him, while the family that should be his protectors tried to kill him.
Xiao was powerless, and despair was his only companion as he watched everything he arrogantly believed to be his, disappear.