Chapter 365

Ahead, Vathar stood alone beside a small sapling. His dark hair tousled, red eyes dimmed but alive. He looked thinner and so pale that one could see the green veins under his skin clearly. He was dressed in flowing black and white robes, his gaze fixed towards the sky, as if earnestly waiting for something to happen and just then, the wind shifted and Eron descended from the sky. 

Prince Ron stared at him, surprised. Wasn't he locked in the Tower of Oblivion? How did he escape?

Eron strolled toward Vathar, looking gloomy. He was dressed in robes of rich green, his piercing blue eyes glaring at Vathar but Vathar didn’t seem to notice. He was only happy to see Eron. His crimson eyes lit up instantly, his face breaking into a familiar, unguarded smile. Like that of a child seeing a person he trusts wholeheartedly. 

“Eron!” he breathed, relief flooding his veins. In a burst of joy, he ran forward and threw his arms around him, clinging tightly, burying his fa