SIGRID

Renata felt the imminent danger crawl up the back of her neck, making every hair stand on end.

Where was that demonic energy coming from?

She spun around, driven by the heat of the moment and her own rage, blocking the strike of dark aura aimed straight at her body.

The wave rippled through the forest, hatred clashing against hatred. Around her, the trees, the grass, the animals—everything that held life began to die, consumed by her powers.

An elemental was the source? What kind of sick joke was this?

A disfigured man, surrounded by suffocating darkness and black magic, lunged at her with two weapons in hand—daggers forged from his own energy.

"SILAS, NO! RUN, RUN!" Sigrid screamed, coughing up blood that splattered onto the withered leaves.

It felt like the whole world was suddenly dying.

Silas didn’t hear her. He charged at the woman who was about to kill his favorite person.

When he had followed the trail of his lady’s magic and saw that scene, he didn’t think twice. He sur