Chapter 40: Ambush
After a while, the elder finally managed to suppress the freezing essence, but the sheer effort had left him severely weakened.
"Little b*tch..." He cursed, his filled with an unbearable, burning humiliation and killing intent.
He staggered to his feet.
"I will shatter your soul into a million pieces!" He roared, thrusting his palm forward to obliterate her.
"Stop, Elder Drask."
The command came from behind.
Drask halted, his lethal palm halting mere inches from Seris's face. He turned his head in confusion.
Valerius stepped forward, having just broken free from the frost. His silver-trimmed robes were damp with melting ice.
"Young Master!" Elder Drask gritted his teeth, utterly unwilling to lower his hand. "This wretched girl nearly cleaved me in two! Why are you stopping me?"
Valerius didn't even spare a glance at the complaining elder.
His gaze was entirely fixed on the kneeling, exhausted figure of Seris.
