"Where is Bracken?" the woman asked.
"Where?" Leonel held up a hand. The smooth wood had begun to form veins that seemed both a part of and not a part of his arm at the same time.
Willowyn's expression shook when she saw this. She didn't understand what she was looking at immediately, but that aura, although slightly different, was all too familiar to her.
"You…"
She didn't know what to say for a long time.
In the history of the Sylvans… how long had it been since someone dared to take their Hearts? She was sure that, logically speaking, some had done so in the dark…
But to not only do it and then brazenly flaunt it around as though he didn't understand the implications…
Did he not understand the kind of power the Sylvans held? Of the God Races, if the Pluto were the number one most were unwilling to offend, then even though they weren't second in combat power, the Sylvans were certainly number two.
