Inhaling sharply, Ulric stared at the sight before him.
Up ahead, Lyra kneeled, cradling Amber's head in her lap as hushed whispers parted from her lips.
When she sensed his presence, her head slowly turned, revealing a tear-streaked face as her eyes burned with guilt.
Laying Amber down gently, she stepped back. Her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, trying to find the right words.
"I… this… it's…"
Before she could, Ulric walked forward, placing a hand over her lips as he muttered softly, "This is not your fault."
At the side, the Sisters of Death stared wide-eyed, sensing the huge amount of power brimming within the dark-robed figure.
Far more monstrous than what they had sensed within the mass of darkness when he made his return into the Greyson Residence.
Had he grown stronger again in that short span of time? But it had barely been a few hours! Or had he not fully displayed his full power back then?
