Afterwards, the three spirits vanished like a mist, leaving only Rania behind, lying on the floor unconscious. The wound on her back was gone in an instant and only the bloodstains remained. Noticing the whiteness of her dress, and how it's a Pandora dress seeing the faint magic in its fabric, the dragon took a step back with his eyes widened in disbelief.
"What's happening here?" a voice suddenly asked from afar.
The dragon flinched at his words.
His voice, how should we describe it? It was simply the most beautiful and captivating one in comparison to any other man's voice. It was deep and calm, aloof yet very warm at the same time—a familiar voice for Rania if she wasn't unconscious. Stepping out from the shadows, the man could be seen wearing a plain white mask that covered his face—only a glimpse of his aquamarine eyes shined when the light from the curtained windows illuminated it.
"Elliot," the dragon called him. "This is… ugh," it hesitated.
