“I failed once again in breaking the chain of destiny. Celebrate this day, boy, for you have survived. But won’t last long.” A grim warning from the robed man before his mouth ceased to move.
His golden eyes shifted to blue as black smoke escaped from his nose and ears. The same color of gas exited through Princess Lucy’s eyes, merging with the other. By her side, Nyatalia mourned with Edwin’s body laid on her lap.
The entire room shook like a magnitude seven earthquake. A deep buzzing sound echoed through the walls. Grains of debris from the domed ceiling showered down on everyone.
Larson latched his red claws onto the ground while Merlize gripped on his shoulders as if her life depended on it. His spine felt the weight of her chest and the thumping beats of her heart.
Nyatalia whispered incoherent words from the bony hinges of the sealed door. The tremors worsened. Soon, gravity forced their bodies to the ground.