Chapter 232: Running To Lydia.
Theodore.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Theodore’s heart raced as he neared the mansion, the dread he felt grew with every stride his horse took. Her father was always a formidable and powerful emeny in all their lifetimes. Why had he thought he was strong this time and could outsmart him?
Nature had to make him a witcher, giving him privileges and knowledge, Theodore felt betrayed yet again.
The once grand and serene estate now appeared as a scene of utter chaos. Flames flickered against the windows, and shouts of battle echoed through the air. He could see figures moving frantically inside, a mixture of his men and intruders.
He dismounted swiftly, his boots hitting the ground with a thud, and dashed towards the main entrance. The doors were ajar, hanging loosely on their hinges, as if violently forced open. Theodore’s pulse quickened with fear and anger. He pushed through the doors and into the foyer, the sight before him confirming his worst fears.
The sky has tured gloomy and darker, lost all its stars and light, threatening to roar and tear.
The grand hall was a scene of utter pandemonium. The new curtains Lydia got for the mansion were aflame, casting eerie shadows across the room. The furniture lay overturned, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the sounds of fierce combat. His loyal guards were locked in battle with a swarm of witches and witchers, their faces grim with determination.
Theodore’s first thought was of Lydia, his heart pounding with anxiety. But he knew he couldn’t afford to rush to her side unarmed. Unnoticed, He made his way to the armory, his steps quick and sure despite the turmoil around him. He reached for his royal sword, the symbol of his heritage and the weapon that had seen him through countless battles. The sword was a masterpiece, its hilt inlaid with gold and adorned with a sapphire that gleamed even in the dim light. The blade itself was a work of art, forged from the finest steel, its edge honed to a deadly sharpness.
"Master, what can I do for you?" Shade’s voice resounded right next to him as the short man appears.