SIGRID

The night was advancing, and I needed to move quickly.

Carrying a baby while transformed into mist was one thing, but transporting a fully grown man was another. I had to move him somewhere closer first.

"Can you walk? Hey—" I crouched beside him, keeping my guard up in case he tried to attack me by surprise.

But when I grabbed his shoulder firmly, his body slumped backward, completely limp—he had fainted.

For the love of the heavens.

I exhaled sharply, but every thought in my mind froze when I finally saw his uncovered face, now that his filthy hair had fallen away.

I clenched my fists as rage coursed through me. His face was destroyed.

Covered in deep, gruesome wounds, scars, and worst of all, around his right eye, a massive blackened mark—like a burn—spanning part of his cheek and forehead.

What kind of cursed spell had they been experimenting with on this poor bastard?

I covered him as best as I could with the cloak and conjured a fortification spell. This would drain a lot