Hundred and Thirty-five

"I won't let you have your way, Sandro," Orga snarled, his face contorted in anger as he glared at Sandro, whom he believed should have fled after their displacement.

Aware that he was the one after Arabella, Orga tried to shield her, but Alessia's involvement was also a significant factor in his motivations. Surveying his surroundings, he realized Alessia was no longer amidst the ruins; she must have escaped.

Sandro's scoff snapped Orga's attention back to him. His eyes glinted with amusement. "And just what are you planning to do about it? Star in a cosplay?" Sandro chuckled though irritation laced his voice.

The air crackled with tension between the two men as Orga assumed an offensive stance. Before he could launch himself at Sandro, Arabella stepped forward, obstructing his path.

"My Queen, you need to step aside. This man must pay for what he's done to you," Orga growled, his fists still clenched.

Arabella raised a brow, certain she hadn't disclosed much about herself except her