Kayre. 2
While Alvine suddenly regained consciousness, the changes the two saw around him first was his aura, which became oppressive even for them.
As their foreheads began sparkling with cold sweat, Alvine opened his eyes with his dark pupils and indescribable runes gradually emerging on his face.
'Something is wrong with this guy. What is he still preparing? And above all, what's this oppressive presence that makes my soul unconsciously tremble?' Feyre murmured in her thoughts, looking at Alvine with suspicious eyes.
And without the two even realizing it, they unconsciously move away from Alvine after crossing the coldness in his eyes.
The latter looked at the tiara, frowning slightly.
{Sigh, still these guys, huh? And I, who thought I had settled their accounts before my retirement.} His evil voice roared in the dark room.
Even if both did not know what language he was expressing himself, they could mysteriously understand what he was saying.