Two pairs of wings stood out against the backdrop of the newly unfolded space.
One pair shimmered in pristine white, glowing with purity and brightness, while the other set cast a deep, velvety black shadow. The stark contrast between the two was striking, but both were equally enchanting, representing opposing forces intertwined within.
Every feather seemed to hold a tale, and the gentle flutter of the wings created a soft breeze. As the group gazed upon them, they felt both spellbound... and terrified.
"Magnus..."
When Sebastian muttered the name, everyone, including his generals and fairy, turned to him in shock.
"What is Magnus Edenborn's wings doing in this place?"
Sebastian's voice sliced through the air, sharp and cold like a blade forged in fury.
As realization dawned, his fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning pale with the force of his grip. The room crackled with tension, while a small rumble of space could be said to be the effect of his emotion.
