"Argh… Leader Sera… W-why?" Doing his best to combat the pressure, the middle-aged elder forcefully raised his head, looking with a hurtful gaze at the glowing, angelic sight of the woman.
The faint, colorless glow that her body radiated, gave her a grand, majestic shine. The illusion of a pair of transparent-looking wings could be seen from her back. Her usually cheery, gentle smile was nowhere to be seen, she was looking at the man plastered on the floor with a fierce, cold look.
The others in the room were shocked, frozen in their seats. A grand mixture of expressions could be seen spread out on their faces. Frowns, frightful looks, but most dominantly, a lack of compassion and regret. Most of them still seemed to be holding onto their own little ideas, dreams, not willing to accept an unknown boy that, -from what it looked like- seemingly were picked up from the streets randomly.
