Mael Valerius's eyebrows knitted into a knot; he was never good at comforting people, especially at times like this.
But he still stepped forward and patted Kian Sterling on the shoulder: "My condolences."
Finn Arcanus also said in a low voice, "Third Prince, The Old Beast King passed away peacefully, don't be too sad."
Kian suddenly turned his head to look at Mael Valerius, his black hair cascading over his shoulders, and those fox-like eyes that always held a smile were now entirely red, full of complex emotions.
The vengeance for the severed tail should have made him resentful, but at this moment he felt no hostility at all.
"You..."
His voice was hoarse, as if he wanted to say something.
Suddenly he turned to look at the place where Chloe Callahan had been lying, finding it empty; his gaze turned cold: "Where is that vile woman?"
"She was here just now."
