Thunder rumbled across the heavy sky, a low growl that seemed to shake the very bones of the earth. Yesterday, Kai had buried his concerns about the immortal weapon deep within himself, masking them to soothe his wife's heart. But today, she had gone to seek counsel alone with her aunt. And to his surprise, Azrael didn't return yet. He knew him enough to say he wouldn't follow unnecessary matters.
Agara had arrived only moments ago, striding straight to the King's hall, his presence dark and menacing with fury. Without ceremony, he delivered the Fae King's chilling message:
"My granddaughter must come to me. One scratch on her, and King Benkin — along with the seven kingdoms — will pay the price of any possible harm."
