Rosalia — POV
"...Rosalia."
A powerful voice echoed in my ears.
It was Cassel's voice.
Calling my name with emotion and strength.
When my eyes followed the direction of the sound, I saw him.
Behind the faint blue flames.
Amidst the surrounding darkness.
While everyone else fled—running from danger—
A tall, imposing figure walked forward slowly silently.
The closer he came, the clearer his form became.
The man before me was incredibly tall, his entire body wrapped in black.
He had always worn black.
When I used to read the novel, I always wished to see him wear brighter colors.
Something warm, refreshing, something that could make him feel—if only a little—alive and happy.
But Cassel always wore black and grey.
When my eyes met those dark, beautiful eyes of his.
I've noticed that Cassel was looking at me, too.
But—
"What—" My eyes widened, my pupils trembling violently.
The reason was the man standing just a few meters away from me.
