"Come out, you disobedient child."
Boom! The earth quaked, and just as Mo Fei was about to step out, he suddenly felt someone tugging at the hem of his garment. Lowering his head, he saw a raven-haired girl with long, straight hair, staring at him with a face full of fear.
Onyxia! He recognized her at a glance.
The Onyxia before him looked quite young, but she already bore a hint of the seductive maturity she would have in the future. Yet, the youthful version of her exhibited more of the dark gothic gloom and unease.
"Don't go out there, he'll kill you," Onyxia said calmly, though the fear in her eyes couldn't be concealed.
"Don't be nervous, Onyxia, he won't hurt me. After all, he is our father. Besides, if I don't go out, who knows what he might do..."
Mo Fei—or, should one say, Nefarian—patted his sister's hair and resolutely left his hiding place.
"Father."
In the immense, pitch-black stone hall built of obsidian, sat a man clad in black scale armor, upon a throne.
