WHEN FURY UNLEASHES
Blood would quickly be spilled — more than there already turned into.
Down the hallway, footsteps echoed, heavy and fast. Kylie’s father became a man pushed by means of desperation now, worry gnawing at his every decision. His grip on electricity, as soon as iron-clad, became slipping away like sand between his palms. Lysander’s name despatched chills down his spine, and Lysander’s navy changed into marching proper through his front gates.
The guards at the doorway stood at attention, eyes darting nervously as their boss approached. Their uniforms, once pristine, were smeared with the blood of their comrades. They had never seen him like this — so frantic, so… damaged.
Kylie’s father stormed into the sitting room, where Kylie’s mom and Ava were ready. Ava is sitting
