Ezekiel gently placed Kyle's unconscious body into a vast flat stone that was circular in shape. At first glance, this stone could be dismissed as nothing special. But it was actually an ancient prison that held a much deeper and darker history.
Elle and Abi who had arrived a while ago stood next to Lilith as they watched the two princes in silence.
Once Zeke rose and left Kyle's body in the altar, Lilith broke the silence. "Please tell me who is the spirit that took over Kyle's body."
The prolonged silence Ezekiel allowed to stretch only served to heighten the trio's curiosity and concern.
"It's a powerful witch, isn't it?" Lilith continued asking. "A silver-haired one… I believe."
Ezekiel tilted his head slightly, eyes lifting to the vast expanse of the night sky. For a brief moment, a shadow of emotion flitted across his usually impassive eyes.
"You're right." He finally confirmed.
