"Relax, Eleyn, I brought him out of Terra Draconum," Seraphis said, her tone dripping with the kind of calm only a person who's just done something unthinkable can muster. Her white hair shimmered faintly under the warm glow of Eleyn's ornate chandelier, a stark contrast to the fiery storm brewing in Eleyn's piercing ashen white eyes.
Eleyn shot her a look that could only be described as 'why did you kidnap my child with questionable decision-making skills?' It was the kind of expression that would make even seasoned warriors reconsider their life choices.
"Fine," Eleyn hissed, her voice the embodiment of restrained fury. "Let's hear it then." She quickly pivoted her attention to Judge, who was kneeling on the floor like he was auditioning for Saint of the Year. "But let me make one thing clear, young man—this DOES NOT mean you're off the hook."
