Adela landed on the earth, her strength visible through how the air changed around her. Draven stretched his wings and snarled in rage.
"Adela!" Richard yelled.
"Are you alright, Prince? You're not hurt, are you?" Adela asked, her voice full of worry.
Richard grabbed his arm, a small cut bleeding, but nodded his head. "Don't be concerned about me. Focus on how we are going to defeat this monster." His gaze locked on Draven, the monster who had once been his father.
Adela gave a nod. "Camilla?"
Richard replied, "She's safe."
"Is she okay?" Adela urged, arching her brow in worry.
After hesitating, Richard nodded, deciding not to tell.
The earth shook fiercely all of a sudden. Rooftops crumbled, houses shuddered, and the blacksmith's tower wobbled alarmingly. People fled everywhere as their dread overcame them in a frenzy.