“Where the hell is she?” Kai grumbled, staring at his watch many times.
Kaius's spiky fringe of silver hair glowed under the bright sunlight from the enormous windows on each wall.
Ares sat in the front-row seat, focusing on the phone in hand. His legs twitched casually; he ignored Kai's grumbling that had been nagging, moving restlessly, disturbed, with steps clattering like a sledgehammer.
Arthur had just entered from the twin doors of the wide-open Morvaxia hall; he was dazzled by the burgundy satin fabric decoration that decorated the walls with gold ropes, the fragrant bouquet of alba roses blooming all over the hall, "Wow, what a beauty." He said Praise. Arthur knelt as he faced Ares and approached, whispering in his ear. "I'm reporting to King Halvard; Silvan's elite troops ha
