The moment Ali Arkman laid eyes on the two figures standing before him, a sense of unease crept up his spine. He could feel it.
They were strong. Very strong. And he was sure of one more thing. That they were up to no good.
Their gazes carried no curiosity, no caution.... only cold intent.
Ali narrowed his eyes. "Who are you two?" he asked, his voice firm. "You're clearly not from this kingdom."
At his words, both men burst into laughter.
"Khekhe…" Gazel's shoulders shook as his grin widened. "You're about to die. What good would it do knowing whose hands end your life?"
Sirus cracked his neck, his eyes gleaming with malice.
They wasted no more breath. In an instant, both shot forward.
Ali's pupils shrank. 'So fast!'
