Down at the center of the temple, in a large cavern filled with golden crystals, two children fell into the small lake beneath the tunnel they had just travelled through.
Hands immediately reached for them and began dragging them toward the shore.
Kurst, Dina's older son, immediately started fighting back and looking for his younger brother.
His blue eyes squinted through the splashing water.
"Yuno! Let go… of me."
No matter how he fought against the hands holding him, he couldn't escape.
It was like they were made of stone.
Soon they reached the shore and gasped for breath, struggling to their feet to see who dragged them through the water.
It was two identical-looking boys.
They were handsome in the way a fox was—something you'd both admire and hate when it stole your lambs. Their hair was half black, half white, and each of their eyes shifted and morphed from grey to purple constantly.
