The Child Who Touched a Prince’s Heart [3]

Arthur's eyes narrowed as the metallic voice echoed through the facility.

"Warning. All cells have been opened. Warning. All cells have been opened."

The automated announcement repeated, drilling into his mind.

Cells.

It hadn't specified which cells—just all cells.

Arthur's expression darkened. That was a problem.

This wasn't an ordinary facility. It was designed to house experiments from the void realm. The subjects weren't just human but also low-ranking void creatures—beings that, at the very least, could be contained in cells.

The air grew heavier, and Azriel felt the weight of Arthur's aura seep into the room, prickling his skin. His body stiffened involuntarily, every hair standing on end.

Locked in his own body, Azriel could only watch. He couldn't move or speak on his own. In a way, though, it was... thrilling.

Arthur strode toward the door, his gaze cold and focused.