Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 189 - 189: Kill

Viktor's eyes lit up the moment he saw Cyra. Thank Goddess she was alive; he didn't ever want to feel that way again. At this moment, he realized he was drawn to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure she brought—his heart was already hers.

Zane rushed toward her, ready to embrace her in relief, but stopped short. Something was wrong. The air around her reeked of bloodlust.

Cyra's mind went blank, consumed by a crimson haze. "Kill." Was the last thought left in her mind.

She disappeared in place, leaving everyone at a loss.

Zane sprinted to the garage. In all his years of marriage, he had never seen her like this—it was worse than her usual killing state. He needed to find out what was wrong and pull her back from the edge.

What happened to her when he was in deep sleep? Before, he had resolved to wait patiently for her to open up. But now, seeing her like this, he had to know what had happened.

He put the car on manual and was about to drive off when the car doors opened; Kyle and Viktor entered, and without waiting for them to close the door, the car zoomed off at racing speed, going in one direction he could think of.

….

Forty minutes ago, the town was bursting with people farming and some hanging out with friends when that said friend stabbed them to death without feeling a drop of remorse.

The snow-covered ground was drenched in blood, echoing with agonized screams as people fled their attackers.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the wails of the dying. Each screams a chilling reminder of imminent death.

Nicole woke to the sound of screams. Weakly, she dressed and stepped out of the room.

Passing by a corridor she saw a woman stabbing a man to death. She appeared at the woman's back and broke her neck, killing her immediately, saving the man covered in tears and bleeding from the side.

She watched the blood dripping in a trance, "ahhhh!" screams broke her out of her trance, and she ran out, squinting under the morning sun before her eyes could see clearly what massacre was ongoing.

Bodies littered the ground. The attackers moved with vacant eyes and eerie, frenzied smiles as if they had been brainwashed.

She tried to save many people as soon as possible. She kept on killing those attackers, but she was outnumbered, and the rising sun weakened her; she couldn't exact all her strength.

A blur flashed past her, and in its wake, attackers crumpled to the ground, their heads severed, throats torn open.

She was about to rejoin the fight when a sudden chill ran down her spine—Cyra was staring at her. Nicole moved quickly to the side, not attacking, leaving everything to Cyra.

She felt the glance was a warning to her, and she heeded it immediately, fearing if she was slower, she would end up like those pile of bodies.

Cyra went on a rampage; she was covered in blood, but her anger hadn't lessened even a tiny bit.

By the time Zane's car arrived, it was over. The once-lively town was now a graveyard, littered with corpses and soaked in blood.

Zane got down from the car, his eyes searching around for Cyra's figure as he ran.

He found her sitting on a rock and looking out into the ocean, she had already calmed down from her murdering spree.

He walked closer but stopped at her question. "Why do people ruin other's peace…and never heed a warning?" Her flat, emotionless tone entered his ears.

He was quiet and sat beside her, looking at the blue ocean glittering in the afternoon sun.

"Since my warnings were ignored….it's time for them to feel the consequences." Her tone was wrapped in cold bloodlust, chilling the surroundings. She hoped the mastermind of this attack lived long enough for her to savour their demise.

Her emotions were back to normal, her gaze flashing with indifference, which broke when she felt the breeze on her scalp.

She retrieved a bottle from her space, downed it in one gulp, then grabbed another and did the same.

Her hair started growing on its own within minutes and grew longer, reaching a waist length of before.

Zane took it all in, fury burning in him. His home was in ruins, and despite her efforts to hide it, his wife was in pain.

He has to pick up his sword again; hatred fills his mind at the thought of the mastermind who destroyed his home.

Cyra hugged Zane, if she didn't feel he was alive through their bond, she wouldn't know what would happen.

She is grateful to Viktor for protecting him. She kept forgetting—her husband was immortal.

His scent grounded her, easing her mind. Zane held tighter. If she weren't indestructible, wasn't immortal –he didn't know what he would do without her.