Azrael poured water into a glass cup and handed it to Elysia. She gulped it down in one swift motion. "Thank you," she whispered as she handed him the cup, wiping a drop of water from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Would you like more?" His eyes followed her every move, waiting for her response.
"That will be enough. Thank you," Elysia replied with a smile. The King placed the cup on the dresser and stepped closer to her.
"How were you able to summon him?" he questioned.
"I... I don't know," Elysia said softly. "I found myself standing in a strange place and called out for anyone. I almost thought he wouldn't come, but he did."
"Were you able to get a glimpse of his face?" The king questioned.
"Unfortunately I could not, he still had his hood covering his face. Lucan's army will be corrupted by black magic, that explains their strength and horrid look. The Rynis will also be part of his army." Elysia explained.
