Chapter 10 — The Scythe and Betrayal
Enver stared at Jessel.
The air shivered.
A gun pressed against a temple.
"If you don't let me into Roland's Prufen... you die here."
Jessel trembled. He pulled out a key inscribed with a spell.
"You have to promise," Enver hissed. "The Hellseer named Roland... he's mine alone."
Blood dripped slowly from Enver's gun.
Thadric stared blankly. A silent witness to yet another scene in a life-long drama he'd watched too many times.
Suddenly, Enver's blood slipped into Jessel's body—eyes, ears, nose.
Jessel collapsed. Limp. Wrapped in thick, dark fluid.
Enver stopped.
His eyes flicked to Thadric.
"It's not you, is it?" he murmured.
He shot blood.
Thadric dodged. Three times. Swift. Unnatural.
And... smiled.
"You're clever, little brother."
That wasn't Thadric's voice.
"Zephyr..." Enver narrowed his gaze.
"Correct. I took his body. With permission, of course."
"You're the one behind the disappearance of Prufen's souls?"
Zephyr laughed.
"Yes. I devoured them."
Enver's finger trembled.
"Why? Why become this?"
Zephyr walked gracefully.
"I'm no longer human. They made me stronger. I will become legend. Not even death can touch me."
Jessel shivered. "You... you're one of the ones who murdered your parents?"
Zephyr smiled.
"Not just that. I manipulated your mind too. So you'd never be whole."
Jessel broke down.
Enver... collapsed into unconsciousness.
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He awoke on his couch.
He called for Huria.
But only air filled his hand.
He had been in Prufen. He was sure. He smelled Huria's scent.
The same scent... as Endri.
Spank appeared. Panting. Chased by a Red Kunti. He fell, his lips brushing against Enver's foot.
"You came looking for me?" Enver asked softly.
Spank nodded. Revealing a glowing spell etched into his body.
Without a word, Enver lifted him with two fingers.
He placed him into a glass filled with Blue Dragon Scale water.
The spell vanished... within half an hour.
And the day... was far from over.