Virelle's POV
Master and my elder brother were the only ones who truly understood . My parents? They would pay for their transgressions. A flicker of cold rage passed through but I quickly suppressed it.
At first glance, Ethan had seed like just another young and handso boy though he looked a little too perfect.
His features, though still touched by boyishness hinted at a charisma that would bloom fully in a few years.
But it was his deanour that had caught my attention. He lacked the arrogance and entitlent so common among noble-born youths. Instead, he carried himself with a calm maturity that was both disarming and intriguing.
The more ti I spent observing him, the more I realized there was much more to him than I had initially assud. He navigated the Shadowed Paths of the Euphoria Lounge with an ease that was nothing short of remarkable.
Even I, despite my training had struggled during my first journey through this disorienting realm.
Occasionally, I even caught him glancing at his gaze lingering for a mont before he quickly averted his eyes.
Unlike the lecherous stares I was used to his gaze seed restrained. There was sothing endearing about his attempt to mask his interest and I found myself amused rather than annoyed.
Despite my usual indifference to such attention Ethan's composed deanour on eting Elder Brother and Lucien intrigued . Beneath his youthful exterior lay an enigma, one that seed far more layered and complex than I had initially believed.
As we walked, I noticed his expression shift and his features softened, suggesting that he was lost in thought.
For a fleeting mont, he looked vulnerable, a quiet lancholy seeping through the cracks of his composed façade. It was a side of him he seed intent on hiding from the world and the glimpse I had just now stirred an unexpected curiosity within .
When he turned his head suddenly and caught staring, I didn't look away. Instead, I smiled faintly testing the waters for his reaction. He returned the smile briefly before turning his attention back to the path ahead.
Interesting, I thought a spark of genuine intrigue igniting within .
Ethan's POV
As we neared the massive black door at the end of the corridor, the air grew heavier with anticipation.
Soon, the door opened with a creak and a shadowy figure dressed in an attendant's uniform handed us four half-black masks. I took one wordlessly and was montarily confused about whether we had to remove our white half-masks to wear this one.
I observed others who didn't remove their masks but wore the black one over them. Soon, it shone with a dull black light in the crimson ambiance and seamlessly lted into their forms.
It covered their entire bodies and the figures of Virelle and the others transford into flowing shadows with no distinguishable features.
I wasn't even able to differentiate between male and female figures with my naked eyes. I contemplated using my soul sense to discern their true identities but refrained considering it might be perceived as rude.
The last thing I wanted was to create any misunderstandings or conflicts in a foreign place.
I placed the black half-mask close to my face and touched it to the white one. It instantly dissolved into a dark liquid that expanded and transford into black smoke, wrapping itself around .
I activated my Eyes of Darkness and observed the process more closely. Black spots seed to swirl within my crimson pools as the mask dissolved like sticky black oil which then evaporated into smoke.
The shadowy shroud enveloped completely and I realized I could see the outside scenery perfectly though others could not see . The familiar darkness embracing felt oddly comforting like the embrace of a long-lost loved one.
A pang of longing struck as I sighed and thoughts of my mother surfaced in my heart.
What was she doing now? Was she and Grandpa searching for or had they given up for dead? What of Aurelia, my childhood friend and Clara, who had cared for from birth?
I realized suddenly that six long years had passed since I was separated from them. Surely, they must believe I was gone. My emotions sank under the weight of these thoughts.
Clenching my fists, I followed the others with renewed determination. I will find a way back to the Dark Star Continent. Yet now, I had a new ho here with Master one I would cherish.
Having experienced the fragility and absence of family bonds in my past life, I vowed to protect all I had in this life.
We ascended a staircase and arrived in a crowded hall divided into nurous cliques. Each clique occupied a round table surrounded by six high-backed black chairs.
We were led to a table in the left corner, where we took our seats. I chose a chair and sat down and the shadow I presud to be Virelle settled beside .
Lucien's shadow attempted to sit on her other side but was thwarted as her brother claid the seat. He didn't press the issue but turned his attention toward instead.
"Eryndor, would you please choose a different chair? I have an important matter to discuss with Lady Virelle," Lucien said, his tone carrying an edge of frustration and command.
"Sorry, Young Master Lucien but I won't be able to give up my seat. Please choose another one," I replied with a calm tone and a hidden smirk. I knew my response must have grated on his nerves. Explore more at empire
I knew that entitled pricks like him often believed it was a sin to deny their whims and responded with disproportionate outrage.
To my amusent, I sensed waves of rage radiating from him. Yet, to my surprise he cald himself and silently took a seat beside Victor. My smile faltered slightly. He's not as stupid as I thought.
A faint voice rang in my ears breaking my musings.
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