No matter how hard Lith tried to hold back, his mind kept slipping back in time, to that dreadful night. Then, one of the invaders noticed Elina's golden necklace and steered his horse while extending his hand to rip it off.
Unfortunately for him, Elina had picked up Aran to make sure he wouldn't run away in panic and was holding the child in her arms. All Lith could see was a hand aimed at his mother's neck and a car rushing against his little brother.
Lith's shadow came to life as he Blinked in front of the thug with War between his hands while the angry blade was still enveloped in emerald flames from its summoning.
A single slash was all Lith needed to cut down both the horse and its rider. They didn't shed a drop of blood thanks to the fire and darkness coursing through War. The corpses turned into a fine mist before even touching the ground as if they had never existed.