Karna walked out of the room, carrying the unconscious Lavi on his shoulder, but his steps suddenly stopped.
The corridor was long and dim, bordered by struts every two meters, enough for two adults to pass together. Even in the half-dark situation, his sharp eyes caught the figure of a man who had stopped at the end of the hall. His body was stocky and tall, looking surprised. His light yellow hair color in the dark makes him stand out. In the next second the man showed a stern expression as he approached him. Karna took a step back.
In the past that face was familiar to him because he was the son of Lord Davion.
"Who are you?" Arsen strode quickly through the shading of the leaves drawn on the corridor wall. His quick pace turned into running, as though crashing into the battlefield.
