Chapter 85 — Power of The God of War
Hearing a loud cry, Cynthia rushed into the crowd, only to realize it was a monster’s groan. Panic surged through her as she clenched the hilt of Lucian’s sword, searching for him and the others. He would be in danger without his weapon to fight them!
"Damn it. How are demons already attacking places like this?! They aren’t supposed to attack yet!"
Clenching her jaw, Cynthia dashed through the alleys, desperately trying to spot someone she recognized. Shops were blown apart by the demon’s magic, their large bricks crumbling on the ground like mere leaves in autumn. People were tossed aside like pebbles, and blood splattered onto her dark dress as she sprinted, not batting an eye, her breath coming in ragged gasps. During her search for Lucian, no matter where she looked, she could not find the demon that caused all this.
Memories flashed of her past life through her mind right before her death, the scene of Erion in fire and smoke, lifeless people laying on the ground in pools of blood while demons roamed in the streets as if it were their territory. It seemed like those memories were coming to life before her very eyes!
"Your Highness! What are you doing here?!" a deep voice called out in surprise and anger.
Cynthia looked in the direction of the voice.
"A-Adrian?" she managed to stammer, her heart racing. "Where is His Highness?" She scanned the area around him.
"He’s over there," Adrian pointed behind him, irritation etched on his face. He clearly didn’t have time to chat with the woman who had put the grand duke’s life in danger, while a demon was attacking the market!
Lucian stood on a distant rooftop, surveying the chaos—desperately searching for the demon.
"Of course he wouldn’t die without his sword now that he could wield magic too," she sighed in relief. Although unknown to her, Lucian held a sword one of his magic knights had given him.
Cynthia was lost as to what to do if she ever lost him. For a second, genuine worry gripped her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She hadn’t planned to become a widow! After all, he was the strongest man in Selvarys and had survived countless battles with demons in her past life, so the thought of him possibly dying never crossed her mind. She needed him to execute her plan and she couldn’t afford to lose the most important person of her scheme.