Observing the situation from the darkness, Flunra was on the verge of breaking the Werewolf that attacked Adhara apart. He found it hard to believe, that someone would dare to strike an important figure from the Silverstar Pack.
If a Werewolf really dared like this, he must've been sent here by the other princes.
Rex was the Royal Black Prince.
Even in the past, the other princes would collude with each other, pausing their war for glory and power to take down the Royal Black Prince first, who has the potential to be equal, if not higher than even the Origin.
At least, that was what Flunra initially thought.
However, from their conversation, it doesn't seem to be the case.
The Werewolf bore direct animosity to the Alpha, Rex, he came here out of his own volition.
Naturally, this confuses Flunra but he was quick to realize Adhara was acting.
She was playing along with the Werewolf's flow, putting on an act that she was weak and the Werewolf was overpowering her rather easily. Flunra knew how strong Adhara was, and even if she couldn't win against the Werewolf, she wouldn't go down that easily.
From Flunra's perspective, the fight earlier was nothing sort of an embarrassment.
But now, his suspicion was confirmed, Adhara was only acting.
"I don't think there was any need for making any reason to wage war against the Werewolves—as far as we're concerned—they were still hostile towards us and would strike when we are weak" Flunra replied, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Upon hearing this, Adhara shrugged, "I'm sure you'll understand after this,"
Raising both of her hands, signaling Flunra to come close, she continued, "I was planning to put myself, where the guards could see me—but since you are here, come carry me back to the castle. Go through the main street, let the people watch"
Not even needing her to elaborate further, Flunra's eyes widened.
He now realized what Rex was doing with this.
As soon as he realized—Flunra went over and lifted Adhara in a princess style with blood still oozing out of her wounds, drizzling down to his arms, before dropping to the ground. Turning to the city's direction, he stood rooted on his spot.
Finding that Flunra was not moving at all, Adhara glanced over at him in confusion.
She found him staring blankly at the ground, his eyes lost in thought.
It was clear that something was distracting him, occupying his mind, and causing him to stop like this. Pondering briefly while inspecting Flunra's face—Adhara realized what it was, it was written plainly across his face.
Adhara leaned back, turning her face away to hide an inward smile.
'I didn't think Flunra was capable of being like this,' She thought, not expecting this at all.
Normally—Flunra was always reserved, and composed, able to remain calm in every situation and even provide solutions. Reading him was very hard because of that, even though Adhara was able to see through people's emotions.
But he was still a living being, and there were things he couldn't hide.
Swish...
At this moment, Flunra's usual gray emotional aura, turned into a deep blue color, and Adhara could deduce from that color what Flunra was thinking right now, 'He would regret not saying what was inside his mind to me right now, especially when the moment was right'
"Go on, tell me what you want to say," Adhara suddenly said, pulling Flunra's attention.
Upon hearing this, Flunra stuttered, not knowing what to say.
Seeing that he was still undecided, hesitating to say what was inside his mind, Adhara firmed to be blatant and forced him to talk, "It's about Evelyn, right? I know—there's no need for you to hide it from me"
Landed right on the spot, Flunra gulped as Adhara read him like an open book.
Not even waiting for Flunra to start, she continued.
"If you're wondering how Evelyn is doing right now don't worry about it—she will recover, she came from a noble family so she's strong," Adhara said assuringly. "But if you ask me, what is her stance on you right now, she definitely hates you"
"I tried to persuade him, but it didn't affect him at all" She added, sighing to herself.
Flunra listened to this attentively.
Conversing to a deep level like this, he never had it with the others, this was his first time.
"My father knows that his obsession was not right—I could see in his eyes that he was trying to change but he couldn't," Adhara added, recalling his father's expression, when she tried to make him understand. "My father is only a fifth-four years old man and changing was already that hard for him so I bet it would be even harder for you"
Adhara reached out and held Flunra's shoulder, "Because of that, I don't blame you..."
"I would probably do the same if I'm in your position," He added.
Staring into Adhara's eyes, Flunra could see her sincerity through her eyes. He could tell that she was mad but she didn't blame him for doing what he did. In response, he gulped harshly, his throat suddenly dry, and averted his gaze without saying a word.
Looking at this, Adhara smiled, knowing Flunra was overwhelmed with emotions.
Keeping silent for a moment, she then intervened.
"I hope with this, you now know what to do," She said, but then she quickly added. "However, if you don't mind, can you bring me back to the castle now? I don't know if you forgot, but I'm still bleeding really bad"
Upon hearing this, Flunra's eyes widened and quickly looked back.
As expected, he saw that Adhara's skin was already extremely pale from the loss of blood.
She was smiling weakly as the conversation dragged long without them realizing.
It had been minutes since Flunra carried her in his arms.
Not wasting a single second, he darted away, heading to Dargena City's main entrance.
He was going to carry Adhara by foot through the main street to reach the castle.
...
Meanwhile, countless miles from Dargena City, on a different continent entirely.
On it stood a holy chamber made entirely of light.
A celestial sanctuary appeared to be made to float beyond the clouds, watching mortals from a high vantage view—crafted from a combination of white, and gold with a floor, as translucent as the clearest water.
Kneeling at the center with his hands clasped together, praying was a figure.
Behind him were eight majestic wings, the highest possible honor an Angel could achieve.
He was adorned in heavenly armor and focused solely on his prayer.
Beside the figure was a statue of a beautiful seated Angel, playing a harp, and suddenly, the statue's eyes glowed with a radiant light, before an astral voice echoed, "Stop this madness, you can still return to the path of righteousness, you can still undo all of this. The Great Light—our Divine Origin, would not wish for you to walk this dark road..."
Upon hearing this, the figure at the center opened his golden glowing eyes.
Jewels from the highest point of Heaven.
"Are you lecturing me of the Great Light?" the figure muttered, in disbelief—his tone, dripping with the arrogance within him. "I was there when he made the Great Light. At that moment, a sacred and holy moment, he whispered to me... to be good we need to be strong, to be good we need to protect, to be good we need the light"
As he said that, the figure turned towards the statue slowly.
He then rose to his feet, ending his prayer short, "But he was naive, idealistic, incompetent..."
Striding towards the statue—his footsteps echoed throughout the empty chamber, gazing at the statue directly in its eyes, "His way was of the past, he didn't know the full equation. And now, we know, I... know... thus the new way was born, my way, and now I whisper,"
Rumble...
Out of nowhere, the entire place began to shake lightly, responding to the brewing storm.
"To be strong you need to suffer, to protect you need sacrifice," He said, his tone, becoming deeper and stronger with each word. "to be the light you need darkness, the only way to be good is to surrender yourself to madness..."