Ethan's eyes snapped open. He sensed the chaotic air around him. His eyes gleamed with coldness as a shadow crept toward their location.
Before the shadow could move closer, it was already frozen in place.
The man, being frozen, tried to beg for his life, but his voice stuck in his throat. His eyes flashed with regret.
The ice turned him into a sculpture, shattering instantly into fragments.
''It seems there was going to be trouble after all,'' Julian stated, his tone calm like his assumptions were proven right.
Ethan nodded, thinking as much and they didn't even prove him wrong for once. His eyes grew distant to the smell of blood and wails of death. He closed his eyes back, guarding the entrance.
Julian caressed her hair away from her face, his knuckle gently grazing her face. Julian's hand paused feeling he was behaving like a pervert. Her eyes fluttered slightly but she showed no signs of waking up.
