The clock ticked and as if time had been inadvertently fast forwarded, the time for the invasion of the Blackthorne kingdom commenced.
The military force was prepared by Zamiel as they set for the unalarmed attack on the enemy kingdom.
Meanwhile, Rama had a twisted feeling in her stomach, in the past one day, she had barely caught a glimpse of Draco's uncanny shadow.
She knew he was busy with engaging in the preparation of the invasion, but her conscience pricked her. She had wanted to apologize for her brash words, but how could she when he had been occupied the whole day without a single breathing space for them to talk without someone interrupting? She sighed.
Looking out the window, the sun had gone down and the moon slowly peeked out from behind the dark clouds. It was time for them to leave.
