Turning to the two figures stepping out from the rows of trees, one tall while the other was slightly shorter.
Kian's gaze landed on the smaller figure trailing behind Trevor, still dressed in her white silk gown which now had a slit on both sides. As soon as she stepped into the clearing, her eyes instantly fixed on the scene in front of them.
Multiple black witches, some dead, some injured, littered the clearing, the bodies of the dead slowly turning into ash, while the surviving ones showed fear-stricken gleams in their eyes.
Oh, how he loved that look.
With a smile, Kian's gaze returned to Aylin, watching as her dark pupils dilated in shock, her lips unconsciously parted and her hands clasped her dress tightly.
His smile widened.
"Your Grace," Trevor's bowed in greeting.
"Trevor," Kian nodded, acknowledging the greeting, though his eyes remained fixed on the figure in the white dress, it's color contrasting beautifully with the dark hues of the forest.
