Revenge

Cygne casted one more gazed to the slowly disappearing back of the child that had no choice but to turn away and left her group dying. That's all the weak can do. Run when you cannot take up the strong. He usually won't move to save the others out of his territory but he heard a whisper. A very desperate whisper that brought by the wind that had been absent the entire time during their battle. It was a desperate cry and when he looked around to search where it come from, he saw the eyes of desperation and someone who had accepted his fate. 

Cygne just have to do about it. If no one can hear or do hear but doesn't make a move, that is just the same of being an accomplice to the felon. That's why his limbs moves before he could even agree to the request. He looked back towards Arao and the necklace in his chest pulsated which makes him clutches his chest before he uses the mana to coat the death aura blade. The two didn't mixed together and they are giving ea