Chapter 57 Leave Now, You Both Are Not Welcome Here

• Alora's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned around in fear, her hand clutching Hanson's for reassurance. Sensing her anxiety, Hanson drew her closer, his presence a shield against the brewing storm.
• “We are early,” Alora whispered to Hanson, hoping they had somehow misunderstood the timing. But the voice behind her confirmed her fears.
• It was Molitta, standing with venomous rage in her eyes, directed squarely at Alora. Her face twisted with malice, and her gaze burned with spite.