Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 431: A New Presence 2 ()

Silence... complete and utter silence settled over the grand hall, all eyes were fixed on the new presence who was none other than the Black Fiend, Lord Xenon of Onyx Scales.

The same black fiend who had been remanded in Mount Edar for an indefinite amount of time, who would ever have expected his sudden arrival?

What was more, he did not appear to have come straight out of exile in a mountain. No, far from it... one could not appear in such regal glory after an exile.

Lord Xenon was dressed in an elegant black satin shirt that was buttoned up only halfway, leaving the upper three buttons undone.

A thin golden sash was strapped over his shoulder, a black jade pendant dangling from it.

His black pants were made from a strange fabric that looked similar to leather but was not particularly leather, it had a subtle sheen to it that was all the more highlighted by the lighting in the grand hall.

Over his shirt was a coat that trailed behind him, the coat was black in color but intricately embroidered with golden threads.

His hair had grown out longer now and was styled into a warrior’s braid, a side of it left undone.

Xenon stood for a moment at the door, his arms crossed behind his back. His gaze stared ahead of him, not even a glance spared to acknowledge the attention of everyone else in the grand hall which was fixed on him.

Even so, no one could dare look away, Xenon’s imposing aura commanded undivided attention and his fierce gaze induced a trance-like state.

Terror, apprehension, surprise, confusion, these were but a few of many expressions reflected on the faces of all present in the grand hall.

Xenon could sense it, hundreds of eyes fixed on him at this moment, but he had eyes for none else but one.

The very moment Xenon had stepped into the hall, no search had been needed to locate his little wolf.

How could she not be the first thing in his eyes? For so long, she had consumed his mind, his every thought...for so long, he longed for her.

He could pick her out in a crowded room even with his eyes closed and senses dimmed, he needed none of that when his heart knew her so well... so well that it awarded her permanent stay within its warded bounds.

But even then, even knowing her so well, Xenon’s breath had long left him as he stared at the mesmerizing beauty,

’Breathtaking...’ Xenon thought to himself in awe.

His heart had begun those rapid thumps like it was a war drum beating to Neveah’s tune, any moment now and it would jump right out of his chest to bid its greetings before Xenon himself could.

’Be still...’ Xenon lectured himself...or his heart to be more exact, but he did not have much faith that it would hearken to his word...he had even less faith that he wanted it to.

Maybe if his heart left a trail of his blood to present itself to her, she would understand it clearly... that they had always been meant to be, even if she herself did not know it yet.

Xenon had come here without much thought, he was not one to give much thought when it came to Veah and now, with eyes on her, Xenon could understand why.

Just a sight of her and his bland world became all the more colorful... how he had missed her!

And she stared back, eyes wide in astonishment and Xenon dared say elation...

Xenon walked across the hall in slow but sure steps, crossing the distance until he stood right before her, a short distance between them which he dearly wanted to close, if it had not been for the one at her side.

"Xenon..." Neveah broke the silent, whispering his name out in a single breath.

That word did more things to Xenon than he would ever be willing to admit, and Xenon prayed for control for at this rate, the night would end with her gasping in his arms, somewhere in Mount Edar...as it was meant to be and whoever thought otherwise be damned.

"Breathtaking..." Xenon drawled, unable to resist making this confession, even with so many eyes on him...on them.

"It has been too long, My Lady." Xenon greeted with more propriety this time, extending a hand to Neveah, a dashing smile on his lips.

If the hundreds of people in the grand hall were not shocked enough at the sight of Xenon, hearing him speak came as another wave of shock.

Xenon... the wild Xenon, since when could he speak so eloquently? Form his words perfectly just like he used to all those decades ago before?

Xenon’s smile grew wider when Neveah took his hand, perhaps unconsciously since she was still thoroughly astonished.

Xenon lifted Neveah’s hand to his lips and placed a light kiss, a kiss that lingered for perhaps too long to have meant a greeting of propriety.

In that moment it lingered, Xenon harbored the thought of pulling Neveah over to himself and taking her away, putting a permanent end to whatever this charade was for good.

And finally letting go of her offered hand hurt Xenon in more ways than he could comprehend.

"Narx." Xenon finally acknowledged this brother of his who stood in his rightful place and Xenon was torn between the urge to punch him or exchange a warm hug as they brothers did.

"Xenon." Menarx returned the acknowledgement, stepping forward slightly so Neveah was shielded behind him.

It was a subtle action but the claim was loud and clear. Xenon’s brows twitched slightly, the punch was beginning to sound all the more appealing.

Xenon settled for neither, moving his attention to another figure who was now standing and watched him in quiet contemplation.

"Xenon." King Jian said in a quiet tone.

Xenon smirked as he strode over, climbing up the steps, he stopped two steps away from Jian before he lowered himself to a knee.

"Xenon of Onyx Scales, this disloyal subordinate of yours, bids greetings to My Liege." Xenon greeted with a deep bow.