Step... Step....
A tall man with striking white hair emerged from the mansion... Behind him, the shadowy figure followed silently, their movements fluid and unhurried.
The man's sharp eyes surveyed the chaos around the mansion, his expression tinged with faint amusement as though he found the destruction vaguely entertaining. However, his gaze soon fixed on Helena, unconscious and lying vulnerably on the ground.
"@!$#@!@#$!@?" the man asked in a language that rang incomprehensibly in the air, his tone calm yet laced with authority.
The shadowy figure knelt beside him, bowing their head. "@#$@!!@$!!@@," they responded, their words equally indecipherable yet reverent.
The man gave a curt nod before his piercing gaze shifted to Nightfire, who was still trembling, frozen in the aftermath of her near-death experience.
His expression darkened further as his eyes narrowed on Aether, suspended unnaturally mid-air.
