The atmosphere of that room went quiet again after Javien's figure disappeared behind the door, but the coldness left by that General still felt like it was gripping to the bone.
Olivia held her bruised wrist, trying to calm her heartbeat that was still unsteady.
"Olivia... are you okay?"
Celine asked in a voice that was almost inaudible, still traumatised by what she had just witnessed.
Olivia only nodded weakly, but her eyes never left Avelvion. Avelvion didn't move from his spot. He was still staring at that door with a very dark expression.
"Wasn't he the one you wanted to protect before?... he's still the same,"
Avelvion said suddenly. His voice was low, full of a warning tone.
Olivia furrowed her brow.
"What do you mean Your Highness? Who is the same?"
Avelvion turned slowly. His sharp eyes looked at Olivia as if trying to pull back that girl's memories that had long been buried.
