"Lylla! Is that you?" That question resonated in the ears of the running man and his gaze shifted to Leon sending a warm smile his way. And that smile, Leon was sure that he was so much acquainted with it.
"We can talk about this later," the man said and dashed forward leaving Leon behind. Leon halted as a confused expression registered on his face. If that was Lylla, did that mean she had successfully shape shifted? He shook his head in denial as a picture of his dying father came in to his mind. He sighed deeply at the thought and shook his head in denial. But this was not the place nor the time to think about such matters.
Leon's gaze squinted at the sight of the fleeing Lord Blackwood. He noticed some guards who were not too far away from where they were. One look and he could tell that they were Avonese. His gaze shifted back to Lord Blackwood and he saw him waving his hands while yelling some words that he could not hear to the distant figures.
