Everyone gathered that night in the basement and filled every available chair and table. The women handed out drinks filled with fruit juice to everyone, along with fresh fruit that had just been harvested and sweetly served on the table.
Some people were engaged in a long conversation about the execution of the Greatt Wizard, which would take place tomorrow. Some people were talking about where Prince Thomas had disappeared, and the rest were worried about the food supply, which was still not enough in winter.
Alita sat with her eyes glancing around nervously. Her two hands holding the wooden glass almost cracked the glass.
"Damn it, he left me?" Alita's eyes grew dim and she looked away, Helios, beside her, sat quietly, trying not to get into her nephew's mood.
Alita continues to grumble in a low voice about how crazy Morgan is, the vampire girl's mood slowly starts to deteriorate as more people flock to the Underground Prison.
