We Have Guests! III

Dean Godsthorn's aura flared in response, the very ground beneath him vibrating and threatening to tear apart under the pressure he exuded. "Spare us the pretense, Dethrein. You are here for yourself, not for unity."

The two witches by Dethrein's side exchanged glances, their hands subtly moving, as if ready to channel magic at a moment's notice. The tension in the hall thickened once more, the air so heavy it seemed to press down on the two boys again as they forgot to breathe.

"Perhaps we should test our alliances now?" the silver-haired woman said softly, her words a challenge as much as a threat.

Lord Terrace had remained silent so far but this time, he spoke first, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired woman and ignoring the one staring toward him. "The moment you make one wrong move, I'll kill you here and then."

His eyes turned to the second lady. "The same as you."