The silence following the Elder's voice was broken only by the whistling wind. Dante stepped forward in front of Lilian, his head looked at the balcony, refusing to bow.
"She is the miracle, Elder Erielle," he said, his voice cutting through the wind. "The Collector's attack proves it. We are here for sanctuary, not a trial."
The female Elder on the balcony laughed dryly.
"Sanctuary? You brough the war to our gates, Prince Dante," she spat. "You, Lucien, and Adrian have committed an act of treason. You found the Divine Bloodline and you hid her. You hoarded the Goddess's essence in a suburban house while the world began to burn."
The second Elder, a man, stepped into the light.
"For eight hundred years, the Council has scoured the earth for even a trace of a Divine Hybrid," the man barked loudly. "Eight centuries of searching for the blood that could save our kind or solidify our rule. And you found her but you kept her like a common pet."
