I was still standing.
Everyone else had bent the knee.
The only sounds were the soft hum of the mana vents and Damien's static-filled panicking.
I swear, the bastard was glitching like someone had thrown water on a circuit board.
[YOU'RE DEAD. YOU'RE DEAD. SHE'S—NOAH, RUN!]
"Shut up," I muttered under my breath.
"Just shut the hell up."
My fists were clenched by my sides. I hadn't realized how tense I'd gotten until my fingernails dug into my palm.
The girl was looking at me.
Princess Sia.
But it wasn't just her beauty, it was something else, I don't know why but I almost felt the same presence I did on that Book Of Sin.
It was almost like she wasn't just from another world.
She was above it.
And she hadn't even said a word yet.
King Philip, the old man, looked over the room like he was scanning our souls.
His green eyes locked on me for a brief moment.
That alone made my spine stiffen. I couldn't tell if he was sizing me up or recognizing me.
