Hearing the familiar voice, Reeva turned his head, momentarily losing focus on climbing the stairs. There, he saw Theia's face—and then two more familiar ones. One he would never forget: the female lead of the Legend of the Divine Twig. And lastly, Brent—the betrayer. The one who likely shattered his circle.
"Why are you here? I told you not to come if this happened!" Reeva shouted, his frustration clear. The last thing he needed was more baggage, especially Theia. He couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt in this chaos.
The priest beside him glanced over.
"You know them?"
Reeva grimaced. "My sister... and two people from the Royal Academy."
The priest raised an eyebrow. "You have rather... peculiar connections. Is she a mystic too?"
"No," Reeva replied, doing his best to sound convincing. But he knew the priest wouldn't fully believe him.
