The black adhesive substance got completely burned by Hell's fire, but it managed to teleport him there.
The sky was red, everything was tainted on red, the red of blood.
"Where am I?" Viktor thought, summoning the only one who would help him.
Dressed on a black and elegant bouffant dress, boots, long gloves, and a diadem on her head, the princess. Her black amber straight hair fell on her back like a cascade, her golden eyes were a universe with all the constellations, her almond skin reminded a delicacy without comparison and her lips seemed to be asking for a kiss.
And Viktor approached her, without noticing, to kiss her…
"Morgan..." he muttered.
"Viktor!" she said, recognizing his friend but she quickly noticed that something was wrong. "You're not wearing your ring, Viktor!"
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