Kapitel 1345: Raw Pain and Becoming Feral

"No..."

Kyran whispered a singular word that carried the weight of all his emotions.

His pupils trembled as he slowly raised his gaze to look at the figure.

Raising his gaze was heavier than normal.

Almost as if his entire being didn't want him to look at the Angel.

It was not that the Angel's aura was suppressing him, no, Kyran felt his senses were without a doubt protecting him—from something. A pain that he was not prepared for, a pain that he couldn't handle.

Before even coming here, the bad premonition was already following him.

His inner voice told him to move even faster, to exert everything that he had, to be fearful.

Fearful of what could possibly happen soon.

Kyran's breath became ragged and his vision blurred as his heart pounded faster and faster.

Once he focused on the Angel, his breath stopped—caught in his throat.