"Henry…?"
Max could not believe what he was seeing. The man he had expected to never meet again was standing behind Oswald, half-hidden by the smoke and drifting frost, and whatever was happening to the wind emperor had to be connected to the fact that Henry was here.
"Surprised?" The middle-aged man laughed as his gaze swept past Max, scanning the army behind him with eyes that were impossible to read. "I see my dear daughter is not here with you. What happened? Broke up already?"
His laughter was dark and slightly broken, carrying none of the warmth it once might have had. The eyes Max remembered now looked far too dead, as if every bit of life had been scraped out of them and replaced with something hollow.
