The clouds above had suddenly become a very quiet place. The only one speaking was Avras who had suddenly become like a little boy trying to seek encouragement from his mother. But not a single person dared to snicker or laugh.
Mistress Oliidark and the others of the Oliidark family didn't know how to take this situation on properly. If they tried to protect Leonel now, wouldn't that make them an enemy of a Fiend power? They couldn't even handle a High Class organization, how could they possibly face off against a behemoth even the Great Families respected?
Athrae, though, as air headed as ever, had been sobbing about the death of Sebastian and Slaton. But when she saw such a pretty woman in Leonel's arms, she seemed to forget about it all, her eyes looking forward in shock.
