As the barrier parted, inviting them inside, the twins and Seraphina descended slowly.
Not as conquerors crashing down from the heavens, as they hadn't been able to break through the barrier.
But they weren't coming as guests either because no one there seemed to be in the mood to welcome them.
Evethra stood half a step behind Kael, crimson eyes locked on the twins like blades drawn halfway from their sheaths.
Alenia's posture was rigid, mana coiled and ready despite her calm expression.
Druvarn's button eyes were narrowed, the plush-like body deceptively still.
Lyra's ears twitched faintly, gaze never leaving Caelis and Caelia.
Darian swallowed hard, but his feet stayed planted.
He knew he wasn't strong enough to do anything, but he was sure that he could at least be a meat shield for Kael in case things went downhill.
Aldric and Vaelen, on the other hand, remained silent, instinct screaming at them that this was not their place to speak.
