The two soulmasters froze like statues. Isabella Ruth's words had shattered their composure, and for a few long, stunned seconds, neither of them could even blink.
Anos tilted his head, watching them with a faint smile tugging at his lips.
It's funny to see them so shocked, he thought.
But then again, he couldn't really blame them. If he were in their position, he would've been just as dumbstruck.
The Shadow stood on the left, his slender frame wrapped in black robes. His face was hidden behind a pale mask, shielding the cruel disfigurement beneath. His presence was silent, eerie, like a wraith standing in daylight.
On the right stood Cody. His long hair was tied up in a high ponytail, his wide, bright eyes almost comically sunny. Yet, paired with his flowing feminine robe, the man radiated such exaggerated grace that one could only call him "extremely sissy."
Anos studied them both, lips curling ever so slightly.
