The creature behind Kristel, a dark figure with two horns on its head, smiling wickedly, showing its sharp white teeth, and its red eyes glowed with hatred, wanting to kill. Both of its hands had sharp, long, black nails. It was taller than her, at seven feet in height.
Am I in my dream? In my nightmare? Kristel’s body shivered in fear. It was twelve years ago when she first encountered Darkia, and her memories of that time were hazy, but one thing was for sure, it wanted to kill her. On that day, the king, also her father, came to her aid.
And now, for the second time, Kristel has to deal with Darkia. The Darkia she met before had yellow eyes, but the one in front of her now has red eyes. What’s the difference?
The Darkia looking at her, perhaps trying to learn her movements and how s
