Sylas stood with his arms crossed, looking out of the one-way windows of the vessel as it shook.
His feet, however, were practically glued to the ground, his body hardly swaying outside of his hair.
…
"What is going on here, Drave, Kaeryn? Why were the gravity arrays activated?"
An old man shot out from one of the many hidden rooms of the vessel, facing off against the pair of siblings with a frown on his face.
"Elder Leos, there was no time, we had to act first—," Drave quickly spoke to cut his sister off before she started rambling about random nonsense. This was a time-sensitive matter.
The elder frowned.
Compared to the pair of siblings, his crown of thorns was far thicker, darker, and even seemed to be somewhat cracked in some regions. But these cracks seemed to radiate with a fog of crimson, forming a thin veil of cloudy red that hung above his head like a halo.
