"I believe we're not pretending anymore, are we?" Kaelith said calmly, her crimson eyes fixed on the man standing before her—the same man she had met only a few days ago.
Those white, cloud-like strands of hair and piercing golden eyes left no doubt. He was the one who had ambushed Hades… and now, he was after her son again, cornering him.
Cravanvor let out a cold scoff. "We were never allies, Kaelith. I've shown my disdain for you and your ideals since the very beginning."
Kaelith's lips curved slightly, though her gaze remained sharp. She knew the truth. Cravanvor belonged to the faction that opposed Zerathos—not because he held any noble principles or courage to stand against Aethernox's existence, but because he was a coward.
He had simply chosen the side that seemed stronger. After all, Kaelith stood alone, while the opposing faction had several Dragon Kings—and the strongest being alive among them.
