The air was tense as silence prevailed. The ritual was finally over. An angel rested unconsciously in Samira's arms.
A brother laid unconscious in Samir's while a soul was cradled so gently in a demon's embrace.
The only figure unattended to was Talia who was also unconscious. Rumeysa held a shaken up Zira in her embrace as she cowered away from the flowering figures.
In terms of strength, she and Zira were helpless as far as they were concerned. Every single person in the room was superior.
The heir to Earth's realm, the prince and princess of the hybrid clan, and the prince of heaven.
Yes, they all could see Lahan's figure clearly. On his forehead rested a golden crown so exquisite that it would immediately daze whoever stared twice.
The room was in a gloomy silence. The success of the ritual was evident as well. Lahan's form resurfacing did the trick.