"Does everyone even know where these things are pouring from anyway? What is the cause for the sudden invasion?"
As the voice came, the Knights clad in black armor suddenly flinched and parted a way for the person walking from behind to pass.
The person that had spoken was a tall figure carved from muscles and shadow. Long black hair cascaded around sharp ears that rose like a wolf's, framing a face both calm and somewhat sleepy.
His crimson eyes glowed faintly beneath the mark etched on his forehead—a dark star that seemed to drink in the light. He walked with an unspoken menace, a sentinel born of night and strength.
He stood in front of the girl that had climbed out of the disaster she wrought.
She looked up into his eyes.
"Aren't there any other areas that require your attention, brother? Or are you just latching on to me because you don't want to do anything?"
The man looked down, his eyes half closed.
