Antidote

The seemingly perpetual look of madness that was on Isadora's face had vanished. Bathed in the dim glow of the purple light of the hall, covered in blood she looked almost more regal than her father. There was only one king Pende would ever follow, but in that moment Isadora would have been a close second.

Fermi Ja, on the other hand, looked the polar opposite of regal. For a moment when he had first seen his daughter, his face had morphed into something horrific. A mixture of pain, wrath and betrayal passed over so quickly over that mask of a face that anyone not looking directly at his face would have missed it. Now however his face was back to the expressionless mask it was before.

"So you too huh." He said simply, gently prodding the Sciadorm beneath him. The beast lumbered over to where Brunaulf stood, and the two stood side by side for the first time. Unlike his king though, Brunaulf's face was an open book, morphed into scathing rage.