When I stepped into the Eryndor prime city, I wasn't sure what to expect— but seeing how drastically different it was from the main city, where the buildings and people were broken and ruined beyond repair but here? It could pass as a city that looked like it was permanently hosting the Met Gala. Humans walked past inside and so did those creatures with their elegance which ended at the neck. Their faces carried the kind of ugliness that didn't fade, even under the city's lights
I had worn a suit, which Sylvia had bought the moment we entered the city gates from some boutique of those hideous creatures. She said that it's outrageous if I tagged along with her and gave the look that I didn't belong there.
She was surprisingly generous in these terms, she walked alongside me wearing a flashy figure-hugging dress, dyed blue hair curled and styled. Somehow I found her resemblance closer to The Hyacinth macaw than a runaway model.
As if sensing the stink eye from my side she jerked her face to my side to face me— I was afraid she'd get a whiplash but I suppose not considering the glare I've just earned. Can this woman hear my thoughts or something?
Whatever, I drifted back to analyzing the city and the humans around; the humans in particular seemed to be the said rich people who collaborated with these creatures after the fallout from the False messiah, I wonder how they even accepted it.
The lights lit up the building in front of us, the lights nearby instantly focused on that one creature with spotlight; I felt the sharp chill run down my spine as I saw the creature standing. His name, Vexar
He was taller than others, looking almost human from a distance I saw him, but just a step closer those lights showed all the features wrong, warped, and distorted. Dressed better than anyone, looking down on everyone as if he had already decided on what to do with us.
But next to him was a human woman, I couldn't make out her features as clearly because the spotlight focused on the leader of these monsters— but I was certain, it was that woman who had become the direct commander underneath the leader
As soon, as he raised his glass, calm and deliberate.
Below him, thousands reacted in the same second—no delay, no disorder.
A single synchronized roar rose from the crowd, sharp and overwhelming.
It wasn't excitement. It was obedience.
Both from the monsters and humans he so thoroughly controlled with precision that led to today.
Sylvia had made me practice this several times, to be in such sync— so precise they couldn't just yet get suspicious over me.
But Vexar, his eyes instantly locked onto mine as soon as he lowered the glass of wine. Even from a distance I saw that cold intelligence behind those silver— washed out silver almost colourless eyes. But I did not want to get involved with him just yet, not until I could get to that woman, Veyra. Whose force ensured Vexar's will is executed flawlessly, and the current second in command
I wasn't aware that a human woman was trusted enough to be made both Vexar's direct commander and also his second in command. I don't think I am the only one on this question considering I've eavesdropped on a few people I've passed by from
I felt someone tap my shoulder twice and as I turned I saw a man— who was a few inches shorter than me but had sharp emerald eyes and chestnut brown hair; he smiled all charming, I could see the sparkling stars around his face had he smiled a little brighter.
His hand came forward to shake mine and so I did, he looked at me intently as if putting together an important puzzle
"I am Ronan, It is a pleasant surprise to meet you here Sir Alaric Cairn."
I flinched as soon as those words left his mouth, my mouth was dry as I stared at him while frozen in place. But Ronan, his eyes stayed the same as he looked at me intently. He knew me from before, and my name, was bringing back that familiar ache in the back of my head and fragmented memories that were coming together at once.