Riverbank
Ziran knelt near Margaret, the ever so invincible Royal Queen, now in her deathbed. His crystal armour laid before her feet. His eyes stung and redennned looking at her lifeless body. To subdue the overflowing emotions Ziran closed his eyelids forcefully. A last longing look lingered before he left .....
Visions of the past turned foggy as his gaze rested on the horizon in a state of absent mindedness.
"Reminiscing about the past?" Lucas casually glanced at Steven and asked as he played with the flickering light case in his hands.
"You are still investigating this?" Steven raised his brows, avoiding the earlier enquiry directed towards him.
"Some new traces are appearing, moreover Brooklyn RiverBank's magic white lilies are regenerating." Lucas's eyes gave away the seriousness of the matter.