They stared as he descended, the unconscious girl swaying softly in his arms. The black markings spread over his pale skin, like ink on paper. His eyes were glowing, looking down on them like two moons. King Xanadu’s jaw locked, not one word escaped his lips. Beside him, Captain William trembled.
“Who is he?” Before the king could answer, the wind blew hard on them, rattling the trees and breaking their branches. The young man was closing in on them and King Xanadu is yet to give an order. Coldness swept over them as he came closer, like ice was flowing on their veins. None of them could utter a word as his feet finally hit the ground.
On his arms, Luna’s face slowly reverted back to its former form. The horns that swirled around her head became brittle as it hardened until it turned to
