"Yus...Yus...ria..." Faint as a cicada's wings, Emperor Zeonen's soulless whisper alarmed his subjects. The lykan's face was pale, his eyes vacant as he stared at the image of the bloodied woman.
"Your Majesty..." Dion was stumped for words. What was he supposed to say to his friend in this situation?
The Open Convention Competition had high casualties rate. Many of those that entered never came back. But what was alarming was the fact that two figures had appeared in the competition that had no business being there.
This wasn't just a question of the Empire's security anymore.
It stunk of conspiracy.
Zeonen placed a hand on his chest, the beating of his heart slow and close to stopping. At this moment, he knew. If her heart stopped beating, then his would as well. This knowledge som
