Chapter 215: The Crimson Witches
As the bright blue flames began to go down, the purifying feeling of catharsis settled in as well.
Aideen stood silently and watched the dragon fire consume everything beneath her. A strong, unfamiliar sense of power crept inside her heart, drowning all other senses, and leaving her feel unsettled and confused. She couldn’t help but wonder whether it was alright to feel this powerful; whether it was a good sign at all.
Yuraon, too, watched as the blue flames destroyed the last remnants of Valon’s army, his blue eyes reflecting the same bright color of the burning rage below his feet.
He did not feel anything. He only felt empty.
And while it still brought him a great sense of satisfaction that the second prince died such a gruesome death, the most important fact remained the same––it would not bring Melania back.
Ahspid released a long but quiet sigh, sensing the growing burden of the unfolding situation, then stood between the princess and young king, and put his hands on top of their shoulders, giving them a friendly, supportive squeeze.
"Our part is done. Now all that is left to do is wait for the war to be over."
The mage was right and all three of them knew it. There was nothing else left but to agree with what was yet to come and move on.
Having depleted his innate powers while being in his bigger form, Taru finally turned into his baby form and fell into Aideen’s arms, breathing heavily but steadily. He was visibly exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately in order to replenish the strength to still support himself even in his tiny form.