The King Of The Cyrions

"Perhaps we might have gone too far this time, Gaia…" The middle-aged man said as he slowly turned to look at the pink-eyed lady, his serious expression softening a little.

"Did it gravely affect the origin?" The melodious voice rang throughout the hall as she slowly walked towards the altar.

"Not Enough to affect us, but I'm afraid there will be consequences if we make any more moves. Fortunately, that won't happen again as I sensed no invaders anymore in the wild meaning they are either all dead or have retreated."

"There must not be any more of this again…" The order boomed through the hall as Princess Gaia stopped in her steps, her eyes widening in shock before she bowed her head.

"There won't be anymore, my king…" She replied respectfully, her head in a bowing expression.