The blood of Abyss stained his hands, whom he had killed for his parents, an impulsive act of revenge aimed solely at himself when he was a child.

From that bloodshed, he never believed in villains. Veyth would never change. They wouldn't be someone good. All they do is destructive, cruel, and hurtful.

That was the principal he'd grown up to. An unwavering determination to vanish every villain he laid eyes on, every Shadow, every Void, every Abyss.

The head of the Hero Association: Ilya Alekseev. That was him, a man with no nonsense, a firm leader whom heroes bowed down to.

An explosion blasted throughout the city, reducing tall buildings to mere rubble. A chaotic scene stretched far across the city, and the once peaceful day turned into a scene of blasted buildings.

Concretes lifted into the air, and his steps were quick and agile. The telekinetic force formed a makeshift route for him to pass and jump, advancing closer to the main nuisance.

All this happened while the other heroes were ineffective in apprehending the targeted villain, causing further damage to the city, and he had no choice but to go down.

In the midst of his chase.

Oh no. Oh no!

He paused. A voice, a thought, that wasn't his own. He rarely used his telepathy, but he accidentally sensed something from afar. His crimson gaze scanned the city, finding the source of the thought.

The distraction made him vulnerable to the blast from a building on his right, the impact sudden and brutal, throwing him off his feet, sending him into a freefall. His keen senses immediately went into action, and he scrambled to find power. The fall cuts fast to the ground, a terrifying sight of death creeping behind his eyelids.

But before he could crush into a pathetic tragedy, A burst of power flickered, its movement too swift for him to catch. One moment, he struggled to find his powers, and the other, he was sitting in an alley.

He tensed, head turning like a whiplash, earning a figure slightly leaning over him, fingertips grazing his clothes. Your eyes locked onto his crimson gaze. A moment of surprise crossed his eyes before it turned lethal. He stood up to his height, scanning the figure—your figure. A Veyth, he noticed.

A Void at that one. Gazing into eyes with a flicker of guilt and remorse in them, one that made the leader inside him hesitate. He realized, just now, you saved his sorry ass from the blast, and here he was, staring back at you.

"Did you just...?"