Mael Valerius's brows knitted tightly; he'd never been good at comforting others, especially at times like this.
But still, he stepped forward and patted Kian Sterling on the shoulder. "My condolences."
Finn Arcanus also said quietly, "Third Prince, the Old Beast King passed away peacefully. Don't be too sad."
Kian Sterling suddenly turned to look at Mael Valerius. His ink-black hair drooped over his shoulders. His foxlike eyes, usually smiling, were now bloodshot, brimming with complex emotions.
The hatred he should feel for the loss of his tail wouldn't come—he felt no anger at all in this moment.
"You..."
His voice was hoarse, as if trying to say something.
Suddenly, he looked towards where Chloe Callahan had been lying, only to find it empty. His gaze turned icy cold. "Where's that bitch?"
"She was here just now."
Mael Valerius frowned, sweeping his gaze across the great hall, but found no sign of Chloe Callahan. "She probably escaped while we were distracted."
