"Here… take this as a… memorable gift to remind you of your son," the white angel mage raised her hand to her face before Arthur felt a gale of wind coming from there.
And the next moment the strand of hair landed in the hand of the dark angel.
"This is your last warning…" the dark angel mage growled in a low tone as if he was gritting on all of his teeth.
"Don't be like that," the white angel mage laughed shortly before adding, "you can't touch him, you can't touch me, and surely you can't touch anyone close to this brave young mage here. So, I'm curious… what is your plan exactly?"
The white angel mage didn't give the dark one any chance to say anything before Arthur watched her wave her arm in the air. A single moment of wrath turned this world upside down and brought a world of darkness here, and a simple wave of a lady's hand changed it back to what it was before.
