While Scarecrow overpowered Evanna, grappling with the princess, the Faceless surrounding the Demon King gradually reduced. Many were dead on the ground, and others turned in the opposite direction, fleeing from him and some of his men. Their numbers were still great, but this gave Conrad the opportunity to survey the battleground.
As he did, Conrad's gaze landed on Prince Arawn in his icy tower. It was clear Evanna created defensive vines whilst the Flori Prince fought with those chilling powers. But where was Evanna?
'Why don't you say hello to an old friend…' The voice in his head almost slithered in his ear.
Conrad didn't deny this allure to confront Arawn. A part of him knew it was pointless. They'd come to his aid, and Evanna was now married. But that part of him that clung to the darkest part of his mind spoke louder than any common sense. Like a puppet on a string, the Demon King ventured towards Arawn, slicing down anything in his way.
