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(Vulture Cliff) 

Victor stared at his tormentor with an empty gaze. 

Now that he looked at his father, Victor felt nothing. His fleeting anger too passed and the only thing that remained is the objective of getting spirit wings out of this place. 

"We meet again, Brat" 

A familiar deep baritone voice spoke to him. The belittling tone never changed. To his father, Victor was and will always be just a speck of dust hindering his vision. In the past, this truth hurt him. But now? Not anymore. 

Victor smirked and replied in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Did you miss me, father?" His eyes turned sharp as he added, "Because I very much did. After all, this brat was the one who dug out your heart while you withered to death" 

And as expected, his father's spirit face turned grim as soon as those words left his mouth. 

"You!" 

"Yes, it's me," Victor said in a sing-song voice.