Elian's POV
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"Brave words, son." Amara grinned manically. She raised her arms, levitating into the air, black cloak billowing. "Isn't this a spectacle?!"
Kyren finally stopped before he could crash into her or the building. Wind gales flared around him, forcing Elian to squint at his floating form.
"The Rogue King of the Dark Lands. The Alpha Prince of Lunaria. The High Matron of Arcadia... All gathered in one spot." Amara tilted her head. "While the future of the continent watches like a side character." Her gaze darted to Elian.
He shrank fast, clutching his torn right arm and hiding behind Lucian. The Alpha Prince's aura pulsed beneath his skin, ready to explode if Amara made any moves.
Meanwhile, the system was still silent, loading update numbers on the translucent screen:
[System updating... 25% completed.]
'The one time I would've needed your annoying voice.' Elian bit his bottom lip, fighting hard not to cry even with the pain wrecking his entire being.
