Kyren's POV
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As Elian and his crew were about to share gossip over some drinks... Kyren was on a hunt.
He'd sent Farrell earlier that day on a mission to find out who had come to get Elian after an explosion knocked him out... But aside from that, he also ordered every shadow unit at his disposal to hunt for Magnus and Estella.
Even if that meant sneaking into Lunaria and dragging their half-dead bodies to the dark lands. He wanted the pleasure of gorging their eyes out before branding them with his rage.
They touched what was his, and now they would pay a prize worse than death.
"My lord!" Farrell yelled out to him as Kyren stepped down from his war craft, clad in a sleek black full-body armour with glowing red runes.
His long white hair blew into the wind of the dark lands like snakes, the red sky above crackling with thunder as if the world was reacting to the chaos within him.
