Destiny?...
The faint smile adorning the dithery exquisite face of the youth withered away. The Oracle's words deeply sank into Moulin's ears. Heart thundering and sensing the dreadful foreboding of the elf's explanation, Moulin blinked.
With brows knitted, his gaze slowly shifted to Lord Hadrian who had eased his stance and met his gaze. With a nod, the golden-eyed man withdrew his fierce aura and eased the expression on his face. Moulin retracted his gaze and turn to the oracle who had slowly steadied his breath.
