Chapter 178: A witch never dies easily
Cedric smiled at the accusations; he could not control flames but wielded stronger flames than this meaning, he could quickly put off the flames but he would not.
Why would he bother saving the woman who wanted him dead more than everyone? The only person that had slight chance in his heart for forgiveness was Abrielle and Eleanor was not Abrielle. "You should convince her to stop. she would soon break down from exhaustion." Cedric answered instead. He didn’t come here to give a helping hand his only intention was to make sure Callista didn’t die.
"You insufferable jerk," Lucian cursed, lost for words. He knew he could not force Cedric to help and begging him was pointless.
"If Callista dies it will be your fault." Lucian sneered then walked towards Callista’s side. "She won’t die under my watch," Cedric chimed; he watched them, especially Callista, who was giving her all.
There was something wrong about this fire, it seemed too familiar that it gave him a bad feeling. They felt like the same flames that appeared during Abrielle’s unsealing which meant one thing. His wife had caused the fire, and that was why she was running away.
Why did she want to kill Eleanor? Was it an accident? He wondered, but one thing was for sure: he wasn’t going to play the hero to stop the fire Abrielle started. If Eleanor dies it would do him a great favour knowing one person after his head and Abrielle’s life is gone.
Cedric was distracted by a sudden change in temperature, his eyes glimmering with amusement as he watched Alfonso.
Lucian was a swordsman, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a talented mage, too. His main element was wind, Alfonso’s eyes were shining bright gold and all the windows burst open as a strong wind current blew in.
It was very chilly, and when combined with Callista’s water element, they basically created a blizzard that stood a chance against the flames. Callista coughed out a mouthful of blood while saying her incantation.