As soon as Lysander's body went limp in his grasp, Alden wasted no time. Without a second thought, he flung the lifeless form over his shoulder and ascended rapidly toward where King Alexandria stood in midair, his imposing figure looming over the battlefield like a god overseeing the mortals below.
As for Elena, she was currently dazed with fright as she slumped to her knees while she watched her father the father who levitated in the air as she thought. 'Dad.... Why are you doing this?'
The moment Alden arrived, he knelt before his father, presenting the corpse with neither reverence nor remorse. King Alexandria regarded Lysander's lifeless body with cold, detached eyes, as if inspecting an expendable tool that had served its purpose. He extended a hand, his fingers brushing against his son's still-warm face before he withdrew, showing no outward sign of emotion.
"Throw it into the fissure," he commanded, his tone as emotionless as ever.
