Tyr slowly walked toward Yurin and Cyllia. As they continued to smile at each other, Tyr's vision morphed.
Instead of seeing them as they were, he saw them as shadowy dark figures with red eyes and horns sticking out of their heads.
But then, a thought entered his mind, 'Why...' As soon as he thought this, he felt the grip on his spear loosen.
'Maybe... there is a reason.' He wanted to believe this more than anything else right now.
These people whom he hated at this moment despite never wanting to were the closest thing he had to family other than his grandfather. It had been decades since he had met anyone who he could love so closely.
And yet, they were showing the colors of monsters.
Tyr wanted to know if these were their true colors.
"Why?" Tyr said in a low tone, walking toward both of the Hunters.
They both stared at him in unison. Oddly enough, even though Tyr had known these two for so long, their stares felt unfamiliar.