Easton shot out of the couch, alarmed by the talks of war. If Wraith was involved, this world would crumble into nothing! Their technology was advanced and with nuclear weapons involved, truly, there would be nothing remaining on this planet.
"Your Majesty!" Weston cried out. "Waging a war for a woman?"
"This isn't Greek Mythology," Easton added on. "The Queen doesn't have a face that'd launch a thousand ships!"
The room turned chilly. The windows were shut, but the temperature dropped. A storm roared in the distance, icicles dripping from the ceiling walls.
Ghouly wisps whimpered around the King's tense presence. The room was spacious, but the King made it feel cramped and small. Even the great ruler of Hell would cower before the King of Wraith.
The twins were no exception, instantly bowing their heads in fear.
