"Where is your whisperer now?"
A high, shrill voice echoed in Aelfrey's courtyard. Every word that came out of the mouth of the dark-hooded figure standing at the center of the podium was matted with abysmal menace.
The fayes, along with the king and queen, Deviro and Elderifrey, were all taken as hostages by yet unknown creatures. Their hands were bound with a special rope that nullifies their gifts—deemed powerless against these vile creatures.
Deviro clenched his jaw, wondering as well where Alvaro and Gala escaped to.
Another hooded figure stepped forward. It was the creature who captured him and saw Alvaro and Gala escape.
'I hope Alvaro and Gala are safe in whichever dimension they're in now.'
The hooded figure went towards him and dragged him upwards by the collar and pushed him in front of the hooded figure in front of the center.
