Ripples

Varian thought he calculated the duke's response. He was wrong. This man was neither strong nor courageous. He was just a lot more cunning than he thought.

When the blurred world cleared, what greeted him was not the scared figure of a cornered duke but the sadistic smile of a conspirator.

"I'm dead but so are you."

Varian couldn't understand the man's words but something exploded in the distance before a shockwave swept them away.

Under his incredulous eyes, Jataur disintegrated into pieces with a vengeful smile.

'This is a dangerous place…'

It was dark all around, like a black canvas. There wasn't the sparkle of stars in the far distance. Isadora felt comfortable in the surroundings but Varian only had unease.

"Where are we exactly?" He frowned.

"A nasty, nasty place."

Isadora's answer didn't end before a bunch of powerful auras locked onto them.