[Silthara Palace — The Malik's Chamber — Continuation]
"...Damn it..."
The words escaped Levin beneath his breath, his blue eyes locked upon the enormous mass of black mist rising behind Slyvarakh. It no longer resembled smoke. It resembled a living demon.
Countless twisted faces emerged and disappeared within its endless darkness, whispering forgotten names in voices that did not belong to the living.
Slyvarakh slowly turned toward the chamber doors as his voice became dangerously quiet.
"...Someone...has entered the Hidden Sanctum. Who dare—"
He paused, and then silence.
Then...very slowly...his silver eyes drifted toward Levin, and everything became still as the realization struck.
The smile upon Slyvarakh's face slowly widened as his voice almost sounded amused. "So...my beloved consort never surrendered.You came here...to deceive me."
Before Levin could move—
GRAB!!
