The Royal Gathering

Damien, finally healing his legs, stood up as he gazed down in despair. Even though his legs were healed, it was of no use, for his brother had taken off with Elena.

Silence echoed around the palace with Leonidas, Adrian, and Cedric returning.

The guards and knights were still standing on their feet, surrounding Damien.

As Cedric approached Damien, his eyes fierce, he placed his sword high at Damien's neck.

"Where did he take my daughter? Answer me!" Cedric shouted, his tone laced with anger, his sword ready to strike.

"He's taking her somewhere in the deep forest," Damien said.

"What?"

"Yeah, do not worry; he won't harm her, at least not until I am there," Damien said.

"I just feel like killing every single one of your kind. You have caused chaos upon this world, and now you dare drag my daughter into all this. I just feel like cutting off your head at the moment, but yet I feel I have no other option but to let you live."