The metal in Allias' hand felt cold but he held it steadily. Theseus had teleported there while Mark and Asmodeus had flown. It was still very weird to the king, seeing his best friend so easily adapted to Asmodeus'....demonic nature. They had set a meeting point, just outside the entrance of the ruins, the beginning of the old Avgee capital. Theseus and Allias were the ones that arrived first, their eyes wary of their surroundings from the moment they landed, their legs hidden up to the knee from the tall grass.
Allias took a deep breath. He couldn't get used to being there yet. A tremor in his heart and the images of the brutal war were too intense sometimes, especially if his green eyes gazed at the broken marbles, the shuttered glass and the skeletons of once a great nation's glory. He felt Theseus' hand wrap around his wrist since they couldn't entwine their fingers. He looked down at the pale hand surrounding his tanned skin and a smile formed on his frowned face.