Bo…oss?.." Levy murmured weakly. His half-dazed eyes lifted toward the figure holding the sword by its handle the very sword that had been frozen mid-strike, just inches away from Aurora's eye.
Even in his half-dead, recently revived state, Levy recognized that voice instantly. No matter how different the man looked now.. or how drastically changed his appearance was same ..that cold, sharp tone belonged to only one person.
Razeal.
But the man standing before them was…
completely different.
