Marcel ran as fast as he could with his wife following closely behind the reason for it being the news that his daughter Ileana had brought a few minutes ago, his youngest child and his only son was leaving to parts unknown and no one knew if he would ever return.
'It cannot be happening it is too soon, I have yet to earn my forgiveness and repair our relations.'
Unfortunately they as well as many others who had panicked after hearing the person whose powers had to help them to recreate the city was leaving, and as such they had all wanted to persuade him otherwise.
Ciara's brow twitched at the sight of the mob that had formed, she had wanted to send off her children with a smile on her face even if her heart was being ravaged by anxiety and sadness, but now because of the presence of the mob she was feeling intense rage.
"Would you lot shut the hell up!"
