Her worst fears materialized before her eyes as she watched him slip out of her grasp.
"Lord Teth! Please take me with you! Don't leave—" Princess Ballesha's plea was cut short by an unseen force that struck her, hurling her backwards.
She crashed into the unforgiving steel walls of her room, a mixture of anger and despair twisting her features before she crumpled to the ground.
Lord Teth's transformation was striking. Gone was the robe, replaced by a jet-black suit of armour with hints of dark violet and silver. His eyes were deep and piercing with a faint violet glow, betraying no emotion as he spoke. "I'll be leaving. As for your illness, I've temporarily suppressed it. You have two years of respite before it relapses. Enjoy your time," he said calmly, wiping blood from his lips before turning away.
