With the final warning delivered, Tay and Axel did not linger in the throne room a moment longer. Without another glance at Victor, the defeated king who now stood as nothing more than a shadow of his former self, they both vanished in a crackling blaze of energy, the air splitting apart as they were transported back to the Midnight Castle.
The moment their boots touched the polished obsidian floor of the grand halls, the overwhelming weight of everything that had just transpired settled on them. The air inside was cooler than the Underworld’s court, its energy less oppressive, but neither of them allowed themselves to relax just yet.
For a few moments, neither spoke. The echoes of their footsteps reverberated down the empty corridor as they walked toward the chambers where Maya and Anya
