Alora walked through the cold corridors of the magic shuttle, her shoes creating a clear crisp sound every time she took a step forward.
She kept her shoulders straight and her head high, carrying herself with the elegance of a sophisticated noble.
Her white hair fell to her back, whisking slightly as she moved. The hair complemented her pale white skin, which in turn contrasted with her bright blue eyes.
Eyes that should be cheerful but exuded nothing but a cruel chill.
Besides her, the prison cells of different creatures came and went. Inside the cells were the creatures they had captured before leaving the forest, many of whom would eventually fall into Thawne's hands.
Alora stopped in front of a particular prison cell. This cell had red glowing bars to keep its prisoner inside and the atmosphere here was suppressive.
"Prince Xu Ying has refused to turn around to get Chloe and the rest," Alora opened her mouth to speak in the traditional lion language.
