Numerous people were running around the place, everyone seemed to be on high alert. A phone then started ringing in the middle of a large hall decorated with columns on both sides, it looked similar to a throne room. The phone rang alone for a while, until a familiar face went to pick it up.
“This is Jack. I am busy, Annette, deal with your own s**t!”
The pure, rich voice from the other end spoke gently, she wasn’t angered. This was how Jack talked: “Our king is back. King Hell will be there to see Devlin in half a day. Make the necessary preparations.”
The phone clicked and the phone ended. Jack Moonyell, a knight operating under one of the most murderous kings in the history of both worlds they know of, was coming at such an inappropriate timing. The prince, the brother of th
