"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON THIS QUEENS DAUGHTERS!!!?" came the bellow as furious winds blew past at the middle-aged man who stood there rooted to the ground like a wooden statue.
Kyra turned around, thinking someone was beside her and the two girls but found no one in sight. She then turned back to look at the man in front of her and then it was when she noticed something.
A faint mist gathered ten feet up the air between Kyra and Fredrick. It kept swirling up in the air until it slowly descended towards the middle-aged man as though something was walking down from the heavens.
The hazy white mist kept slowly condensing. An outline of a figure slowly started to form as it came to a stop in the air as it stood a little higher than Fredrick standing on the ground.
