A gentle smile curved Titania's lips despite the sweat sticking her hair to her face and the searing pain in her severed left arm.
"Thank you, darling. I-I underestimated him..." She lowered her face, her voice turning bitter. "And Mab is still hiding."
Oberon's white suit and hair ruffled in the wind as he descended from the capital's hulking tree. His delicate wings, covered in patterns and sprawling mana circuits visible to the naked eye, flapped with softness... A softness contrasted by his narrowed eyes, their golden sheen flaring with barely suppressed rage.
Rage translated into the trembling bow he clutched, and the crown swaying over his head. "Mab can go to hell. You're more important..."
He bit his lip, his gaze shifting to Titania's graceless figure. An arm lost, doubting herself, marked by devilish powers—he had never seen her in such a state. No, he didn't want to see her suffer that much ever again.
