Gwen's grizzled eyes shifted towards him.
"No matter what kind of person he is, he will never betray someone." Gwen's eyes were brighter than usual, and there was a subtle hint of restraint in her voice.
A string of light appeared in the middle of the dome. Announcing its presence in the kingdom of darkness.
One string of light became two, then four, and then continued till there were thousands of them floating in the air. And as if to ratify their presence, the darkness around them began to scatter.
Finally, those strings of light began to merge. One string stacked on top of another to first form the feet, the white glow continued to move upwards, forming the legs. They structured themselves into the waist.
They moved upward and finally formed the torso and the head. The hands were formed, trying to reach forward, removing darkness as they took shape.
The head and the two eyes, completely made up of light, appeared. And the hair, it was flowing, from the head made up of light to the top end of the dome of darkness.
From the moment that string of light appeared to the time it took that celestial form, no thoughts, no words, or even a gasp escaped from any of the five measly beings standing there in the awe of that higher being.
It was as if that being noticed the weight of its presence on the bystanders. The radiance and warmth that it was enunciating decreased.
'Who is that? Why am I shaking? Why do I want to bow down?' Emil struggled to control his legs, who just wanted to give up.
Trying to place his feet right to support him, he turned his head towards Gwen. There were times when one could see her emotions seeping through her normally very calm demeanour. But right now her eyes were clearly preaching fear.
He was no better; it felt as if he couldn't utter even a single word right now, as his body won't survive the implications.
He turned his head to check on Emily, even her hazel eyes were clearly enouncing terror of that being. It was the same girl, who wasn't even slightly concerned when someone like Lysander was threatening them.
Dr Turner and Dr Aria were already on their knees, their head lowered as if they were praying for forgiveness from that sublime being.
He tried to force his way up, helping Gwen to be stable.
"Tell me, child… what fate has claimed Lysander?"
The voice rippled through the veil of darkness, vast and suffocating. Yet, as though it had heard the silent prayers trembling in the hearts of its devotees, its presence receded. The crushing weight of his presence lifted, just enough for all of them to finally lose their trembling.
Though many questions were lingering in all of their minds.
Gwen couldn't resist the urge to answer that particular question that was asked.
"My Lord," those words just escaped her mouth without her meaning to, "Lysander has been taken prisoner." She added without any delay.