Hearing those words, not just Xeros, but his wives as well… they all arched a brow.
Xeros he was six cycles old or in other words six trillion years old.
He had never once in his long life felt this particular resonance in his blood, except with one other person—Ellyn Eidora, his younger sister.
Yet here it was again, burning like nothing else, maybe even more than when he was with Ellyn.
But it wasn't just resonance; it was fear too.
And now he was staring at the woman who claimed to be his younger sister and Isis, who suddenly appeared at her side.
He frowned, his grip tightening on the black staff that had reappeared in his hand.
"I don't know who you are," he said in a low voice, "or what nonsense you're spouting."
He leveled the staff at Aurora as mana began to gather at its tip.
"Hand over the Heart now, and we'll let you and that dragon leave safely."
