High above, a figure dressed in gleaming white armor, with a mane of snowy hair cascading down to his shoulders, seemed to defy gravity. He was framed by a sweeping cape made of pristine white fur.
In the background, a mysterious portal shimmered, and a powerful mage stood nearby, awaiting his command.
With a hint of frustration in his voice, he questioned, "They rejected the offering Cygnus had sent through your dimension-warping magic, ridiculed my siblings, and belittled me in the process?"
The mage nodded and replied, "Yes, Your Highness."
A calculating gleam entered the eyes of the figure as he made his conclusion, "Then, it was a fitting retribution."
***
"It's because of me, isn't it?"
Isla sat on the bed. Her blue eyes were overcast. In front of him was Sebastian, kneeling, checking her feet. His eyes glanced up to her, "What?"
"I heard. Some people were badly injured because of this surprise attack. It's because of me," Isla said calmly.
