'Violette!'
Mystique was alive after the tragedy that befell her.
It was a miracle.
Somewhere deep in Athan's heart, eased like a couple of nails punctured in him, finally plucked out.
But it wasn't as simple as it seemed.
Nero was in her embrace when he found out, and it looked like he was sleeping soundly.
It only brought him more confusion for himself.
But he diverted his attention from it when her voice echoed throughout the glass ceilings and whitestone foundation within the castle's interior.
'Her voice...' Athan had his ears perked up, as much as how alluring her voice was, and it alarmed him the very first-time Mystique uttered such a word.
It was when they reunited, but it was already in the middle of the battlefield. Athan spent his time with her for all this time, from previous lives, never did he once knew about it.
