Night still hanged within the sky when the voice reverberated within Olrich's mind. And at first, though mild, this foreign voice's tone filled him with a profound sense of apprehension.
But when his brain registered the words, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Adoptive father? Konrad?"
He wondered out loud, waves of consternation undulating within his eyes. And as if to answer him, a massive golden chariot cleaved the dark sky to stop above him. If the dreadful cultivation rippling from the crimson tiger was startling enough, when Olrich's eyes locked on those occupying the seats, his face twisted into an ugly grimace.
Ignoring the two pale-skinned beauties, his eyes went between the remaining four.
Yvonne, Verena, Else and a jade-green haired man whose empyrean looks immediately snatched attention.
With Yvonne resting on his right arm, Else on his left, and Verena on his lap, his identity wasn't hard to guess.
