Arlan stood in a corner of his chamber, his body radiating a golden gleam that flickered like the ebb and flow of ocean waves. His eyes, once bright, were now darkened, filled with a fury that glared hatefully at the woman before him. Despite his small stature, a strong and threatening aura emanated from him.
A woman, roughly the same age as Julien, stood in front of Arlan, attempting to approach him but seemingly unable to do so. Karla observed from the side as the tension unfolded.
"What's happening here?" Julien exclaimed, still processing the shock.
The expressions on the two women's faces changed upon seeing Julien, and the young woman glared at Karla, accusing, "You didn't lock the door?"
"Forgive me, Master."
Ignoring the two women, Julien walked toward the Prince. "Arlan, what's going on... Ahh… cough…?"
Thud!
