A profound stillness settled upon the borderlands of the Kingdom of Celesta, the air heavy with tension and uncertainty.
Lisandra's incredulous voice shattered the silence. "What? Your eyes... back? Are you injured somewhere?"
Amael's response came with a light chuckle as he regarded Lisandra. "Not at all."
Alphonse's cold gaze cut through the atmosphere. "Then you should depart."
Amael stood firm. "I will not leave until my demands are met."
Lisandra's abrupt disappearance and reappearance before Amael indicated her skepticism. Her eyes, one a different hue from the other, scrutinized him closely. "There's something familiar about those silver strands of hair... Wasn't there a noble house by the name of Falkrona?"
Amael's smile confirmed her suspicions. "Indeed. I am the head of House Falkrona."
The revelation sent shockwaves through the onlookers, rendering them speechless once more.
