Kyrian stays still in his place, staring at the woman—at his personal servant that was supposed to leave today but ends up being the holder of the mark of the Destined Princess.
He didn't flinch at the anger of the godly creatures. He spent enough time conversing with Tenebris that made him used to the overwhelming presence these creatures hold.
He had to leave but he couldn't tear off his gaze to the woman with her white hair messily falling loose, being glazed by the afternoon sun rays.
He was still in shock. No. He was under a mix of emotions. Furious, shocked, surprised, disappointed at himself, and worried about his people.
He clenched his jaw and turned around to take his leave.