The dry wind of the Tenebris continent continued to blow across the sand dunes, carrying with it the persistent smell of scorched dust and rotting flesh from the many students who had perished during this little war between factions.
In this desolate setting, silence didn't really exist. In the distance, muffled explosions still echoed, accompanied by flashes of light and stifled cries. Yet here, in this portion of the desert, everything seemed frozen.
Kris Donoghan stood straight, his spear firmly gripped. His hand trembled slightly, but it wasn't from fear. His amber eyes were fixed on Kaiser, filled with a cold and burning hatred at the same time.
Kaiser stood there, hands nonchalantly buried in the pockets of his black coat, a mocking smile stretching his lips.
A little farther away, Olivia Dantalion maintained constant pressure on her brother Adrian, dominating him thanks to her temporal magic.
