The fight drew attention as expected. With the large fluctuation of magic in the air, it was hard for anyone who could manipulate magic not to feel it.
They were considerably far from the ballroom for the sounds to easily get there, but the last crash was pretty loud. As expected, the door behind us burst open once again with several knights rushing in
"What is going on here?" Silvanius's voice boomed. No one answered, they were probably too stunned to
Silvanius's jaw clenched; he marched towards Abrielle, his eyes assessing the damage already done.
His eyes drew to Aurelius, who had someone pinned to the wall "Why don't you ask your wife, Father?" Aurelius sneered, his voice thick with emotion, with a lump in his throat.
Silvanius, puzzled, walked past Abrielle, his feet stopped, and shocked gasps echoed around him from the knights.
"How is that possible?" One could not help but blurt out.
