Yet, even when Silas wanted to explain that it wasn’t her fault, Syra didn’t stop crying.
The moment she recognized him, she could not help but feel like her heart had been thrown into a blender.
A pain shot through her chest. The pain was too much.
It needed a release. It needed something that would allow it out. All this grief that she was holding back. All the pain she had been holding onto because she had to be strong.
She couldn’t cry because she had to be strong for her family now.
Silas wasn’t around anymore… It was never his job to be the strong one of the family, yet, in a way, he had somehow done exactly that.
He felt like someone they could lean on, and when he was taken away from them, every single one of the Skylarks collapsed in their own way.
And when Syra and her youngest brother, Lex, were taken away, the family broke down even more, every single one of them doing so in their own way.
For 10 minutes, she clinged to his legs and balled her eyes out like never before.
Everything she had been feeling… All the guilt, all the pain, and all the regret that had gone through her mind in the past six years flooded out of her eyes.
Nymira, who was now awake, simply looked at Syra with a saddened expression, yet, she couldn’t help but think back to a few minutes before when Syra had used her as a sacrifice to get away with her friends.
Nymira understood why she had done it. She would have done it herself if she didn’t feel obliged to save Syra. However, now that she was looking at the girl constantly apologizing, her eyes could not help but shake a little.
She didn’t know how to feel right now.
However, there was one emotion she felt for certain.
Whenever she looked up at Silas, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
She could see that he was trying his best to stop his sister from crying, and she could smell his emotions.
For the last six years, she and Alex were the only ones constantly on Silas’ side, but Nymira knew him best out of everyone in the organization.
Sometimes she wondered if she knew him better than he knew himself.
She knew what kind of guilt he had been feeling. She felt it the first time he had come to her house, and over the years, that guilt seemed only to take a heavier toll on him.
She tried her best to cheer him up every day, but she knew that the only thing that could get rid of the constant guilt in his heart was meeting his sister.
After all, she was the main source of his guilt. No matter what happened in his days as Judgement of the Darkless organization, he always blamed himself for what happened that day. The day he went with Archie, and allowed his family to suffer so much.
At this point, Syra’s wails turned into sobs, and in the end, they turned into sniffles.
Slowly, she stood up, but when she did, she could not help but stumble forward. Her knees felt weak, and the only thing she could do was wait to hit the ground.
“It’s okay.” Silas grabbed her and hugged her while Syra continued to sniffle.
“M-Mom and dad will be so happy to see you.” She sniffled while Silas showed a slightly guilty expression.
“Sigh… I can’t come with you.” Silas finally said while tightening his fist.
Hearing this, Syra’s sobs halted for a moment… And in the next moment, he felt a certain rage burn within his sister.
However, that rage wasn’t pointed toward him.
A staff suddenly came out of her storage pouch, and when it did, she immediately pointed it at the only person she didn’t know.
Eclipse widened his eyes when he saw a staff get pointed at him, but he didn’t think much of it. He hadn’t been paying attention to Syra when she fought, so he was still assuming that she would require a chant to create a spell.
“Wind Breaker!” She roared, and a magic circle appeared before her staff.
Eclipse and Silas widened their eyes. Nymira had seen Syra use magic by only saying one word, and the same could be said about Alex.
‘She knows how to instant cast.’ Silas widened his eyes slightly when he saw it.
Instant casting and silent casting a magic circle were two different things.
Magic itself had different stages depending on the mastery of its user.
It went from creating a magic circle by hand, run by rune, to chanting the spell.
After that, you shorten the chant, calling it a quick spell, and to go even further would be called an instant cast. Instant casters only needed to say one or two words to create a spell that they had practiced before.
They only had to say the name of the spell, and it would instantly appear before them in the form of a magic circle.
And that’s exactly what happened here.
Wind breaker was instantly cast. Eclipse quickly put his hands up and got ready to defend the spell that was about to hit him, yet, he quickly realized there was no need to.
Silas’s hand had come forth and grabbed the magic circle before shattering it instantly.
“What are you doing, Syra,” Silas asked with an inquisitive stare.
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It was an expression that Silas had never thought he would see on his cute little sister’s face, but now that it was right in front of him, he finally understood what the Skylark family had done to her.
However, there was something else that caught his attention.
His eyes diverted from her face and instantly looked straight into her eyes.
And within them, he saw something that shook him to the core.
‘They did this…’ Silas thought, barely capable of containing the rage that was spiraling within him.
‘Maybe… Maybe I shouldn’t have left.’ Silas thought as he gritted his teeth.
He didn’t want to show the rage on his face, but it seeped out anyway.
And at that moment, he was staring at something deep in his sister’s eyes.
Specifically, he was staring at a swirling flame deep within her soul that felt like it could devour anything in its wake.
Syra had a volition flame.
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