Esteria's vow still echoed in her mind as the flames flickered out and the ceremonial chamber grew quiet. She stood, staring at the ashes of Levy's belongings, her body trembling with fury and grief. Her fingers were still curled tightly around the hilt of her sword, the promise of vengeance running hot through her veins.
As the crowd dispersed, El-Kharis approached her. His presence was a solid force beside her, his towering form casting a long shadow in the dim light. He didn't say anything at first, just stood there, his blue eyes blazing with the same rage that simmered within her. She could feel it, the tension coiling in his body, ready to snap. He wanted to tear Vincent apart just as much as she did.
