Emira snorted at the question. She was not just angry. She was furious and heart broken. All she wanted to do was go to Lance, Kael and Zen and let them hold her. But instead, she had been hypnotised to come all the way here. She'd only 'woken' up when she had spotted this man, dressed in white.
Just from his ehtreal beauty and visage, she knew that he was the dark master. Anyone who heard of the dark master and his ruthlesness would think he would have a look that matched his deeds. But here he was, looking like a kind and benevolent master when he was just a ruthless ba*tard.
When she first spotted him, she was not happy that her Voidstone had worked in crafting his body for him. Instead, she had been angry at what he had done to her. She wanted to march to him and claw his eyes out...
