บท 167: The Soul of Artemis

- Haven't seen you for a long time... - said Ivrim, removing his hand from the girl's head and breaking into a soft smile. - Artemis. 

The deepest silence reigned in the room, and only Raphael's heart squeezed like a stone in his chest, hitting hard inside his chest. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, trying to compete with his own pulse.

It seemed that everything happened in a short period of time, but he managed to build a whole chain of logically connected details in his head, which he refused to believe. 

What the fuck was going on now? 

He grinned to himself, and his eyes were bloodshot. 

It was impossible! If only… Did the Artemis artifact have anything to do with all this?

The princess looked at the elf as if hypnotized, not realizing her place, before her mind gradually began to come to life, and she hurriedly turned towards the vampire.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, heavy, copious, unrestrained... painful.