Once all the Darkfell siblings had left the room, Yvonne was the first one to speak.
"They really have grown haven't they?" Amon turned to her before replying. "Indeed they have."
Seeing the emperor and empress begining to talk, the royal guards and servants hurriedly left the dining hall to grant them some much-needed privacy.
Yvonne also turned to him.
"Why did you order for 'him' to be brought back without me knowing?" She asked.
"I am the emperor, am I not?" Amon replied coolly. "Since when do I need your permission to issue an order?"
Yvonne's eyes turned to slits.
"What... did you say?" her eyes glowed sinisterly as the entire expanse of the grand dining hall instantly turned into a frozen wasteland. That was the power of a Beta+ ranked aetherial. She hadn't even thought of doing that, or willed to do that, but just a slight release of a silver of her aura was enough to freeze the hall.
