Aro's style -2

"Keri… what's wrong?" Queen Tao finally spoke, her deep, raspy voice sounding as if it had risen from the depths of the earth itself. Her presence was heavy, almost suffocating, as if her very words carried the weight of ancient, forgotten sorrows.

"Marshal Xanox… it seems that he has… really died?!" Keri muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She herself didn't believe it yet.

"...….?!?!" If Queen Tao's eyes were still intact, they might have fallen out of their sockets from sheer disbelief.

Xanox… the heartless tyrant…

Xanox… the one who had nearly wiped out her entire race—twice…

Xanox… the monster who had defiled her, the father of her only daughter…

Is dead?

Just like that?

From nothing more than a mere report from a stranger?

A powerful silence settled over the room, thick and suffocating. It was the kind of silence that only followed a revelation so devastating that the mind refused to process it.