THE ALCHEMIST WAS BACK TO WORK, though she did not seem to have the enthusiasm and motivation to finish today’s requests. Something was clearly bothering her but she was fairly sure it was none of her business. Lilla ignored her thoughts and continued writing prescriptions for her patients. She is the Royal Alchemist, nothing more, nothing less.
And yet, her mind kept going back to the mysterious prisoner’s nonsensical story, interrupting her work. A disgruntled groan escaped her lips as she leaned on the spine of her chair. Why was she so engrossed in his absurd story? None of it was logical at all. How can a king from five hundred years ago who was presumed to be dead turn out to be alive today?
Lilla gazed through the window at her right side. The sun’s orange hue scattered over the skies and on the rooves of Cicero. Friday was about to end again, three more days before Viktor’s court trial will begin. She was already sure of the verdict he will receive without it even starting yet. He killed seven residents of Callisto town. Viktor will be hanged. Normally, Lilla wouldn’t care about the Imperial Court’s affairs but something about this prisoner bugged her.
King Viktor Invictus and his royal lineage were never known to be good people. The Invictus kings lead the mass extermination of Moon Children, also known as Phobeans, (now Arcanes) in Styrkeis. His early death was not unexpected; it was a natural turn of events when the oppressed early Zeniths started to rebel.
“Lady Lilla?” A small voice called to her from the hall outside. She immediately recognized it as Prince Kyrie, Princess Kristen’s youngest sibling. His little head emerged from the small crevice between the door and its frame.
“Your Royal Highness? Why are you here? Where is your steward?” Lilla immediately got up and approached him, in case he knocked something over.
“Connor? Dunno.” The prince’s hair bounced when he shook his head. “That’s not why I’m here! I heard Kristen crying in her room and I... I thought she needed your help. You can make her feel better again, right?”
“Of course, Your Highness.” She quickly reassured the prince with a warm smile. Lilla figured Kristen’s usual medication would be enough to calm her down. With the vials in her bag, she held the boy’s hand and let him guide her to the Princess’ quarters.
The way to Kristen’s quarter became longer with the prince’s company. She had to match his tiny steps to avoid dragging him instead and hurting his fragile wrist. The maids had begun lighting the hallway lanterns one by one as dusk was near. Somehow, even though there were people around, the corridor’s dimness made her feel lonely; a certain memory had subconsciously passed inside her mind.
“Prince Kyrie!” The prince’s attendant, Connor, came running to them, a worried expression on his tan face. He bowed his head to Lilla apologetically. “Forgive me for my carelessness, milady. I should have been more attentive to the prince.”
The alchemist dismissed his apology. “Everything is alright. In fact, Prince Kyrie went to me concerned about her big sister’s health.”
“Our Majesty will be delighted to hear that!” The two of them left shortly. It was about to be the little prince’s dinnertime and bedtime too.
Lilla waited until no one else was nearby before she knocked at the door. She could hear Kristen’s faint sobbing from the other side of it. She figured the princess was in no shape to answer her as the sound continued. “I’ll let myself in, Kris.”
A frail figure was slumped on the princess’ bed. She hugged one of her pillows tightly, covering her face with it. Her chest rose and fall as she continued to sob. Lilla went to her side and started rubbing circles on the princess’ back to calm her down. When Kristen slightly felt better, she turned to hug Lilla before crying again, though more lightly now. The alchemist ran her hand through the princess’ long brown hair until her breathing returned to normal.
“Feeling better now?” Lilla couldn’t help but smile as she saw Kristen’s puffy eyes.
She nodded in response before speaking with a nasal voice. “Thank you as always, Lilla.”
Kristen had many duties as the crown princess of Mercurius. A lot of expectations were already thrown at her, being the daughter of the ruthless Empress Katarina Amaris. They believe that she would have the same iron fist rule as her mother. But Kristen was very different from her mother; she was more like her father, forgiving and kind. These same traits became the reason why the princess failed to see opportunists people around her; Lord Raegan for example, however ignorant he is about it.
“You should take your medicine tonight, Kristen. That should restore your energy.” She settled the vials on her nightstand before she heard the princess speaking.
“Lilla, when you were still an apprentice alchemist, was there ever a time you did not actually want to inherit the title?”
I never once wanted it. It was the only thing Lilla knew. Her mentor raised her as an alchemist; it was the only natural profession she could have. Instead, she kept the thought to herself and answered, “I don’t think I ever had the choice. It’s the least I could do for him.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“What are you planning to do then, Kris?” The princess could not consider quitting her position as the heir, at least not too easily. Her siblings were not fit nor too willing to replace her. Prince Kyrie was only six years old and Prince Kaydence, the first prince, did not seem to show any interest in their country’s royal affairs.
“For now, I just want to rest.”
Lilla understood what she wished for and unsealed one vial before handing it to the princess. She remained at her side until Kristen fell asleep while holding her hand.
* * * * *
The next morning, Lilla found herself inside Cicero’s Archives, skimming through the records of Nadia. She missed the cozy atmosphere during her past stays at the place. Its peace and quiet had always been comforting to her. She decided to indulge her curiosity for today since it was interfering with her work. Besides, she always wanted to visit the place again and did not have the time for it; now she had an actual reason to be inside the building. She ran her hand through the dusty row of leather books, looking for written records of Styrkean history.
The Kingdom of Steel and Blood: History of Styrkeis
Rulers of the Past: 1300s: Memoires of the Styrkean Monarchs
Life in Styrkeis: The Journal of a Styrkean Soldier
Lilla grabbed those three thick books, disregarding the weight as she carried them to the nearest table. She opened the bulkiest one first which contained the discovery of the Styrkean Kingdom and its fall.
She already had basic knowledge about Styrkeis’ history since her mentor required her to study the countries surrounding Mercurius. The Kingdom of Styrkeis used to be a vast land southeast of Mercurius. The Styrkeans despised the idea of humans possessing magical abilities and treated it as a curse of the moon goddess, Phoebe. The Phobeans, also known as Moon Children and now Arcanes, were ordered to be captured and publicly executed by the Styrkean church and royal family. These genocides were considered an act of purifying the land from the said curse. Then, the Moon Rebellion happened and exactly divided the land into two, giving birth to Nadia and Zenith.
She reviewed the part about the kingdom’s fall regarding the death of King Viktor Invictus listed under the event, The Battle of Sigurd. The Styrkean troops along with their king were ambushed in Sigurd’s Canyon by the Phoebean rebels on the way to a planned siege on Fort Liemdahl. The Styrkeans had the upper hand due to Viktor’s strength and General Corvinus’ strategy until their king’s imminent disappearance happened. He was presumed dead seven years later during The Great Styrkean War; his body was never found.
That’s odd. How can the king just disappear in the middle of the war without his own soldiers knowing? They were also winning. He couldn’t have escaped.
Grabbing the second book about the rulers of Styrkeis, Lilla skipped to the page about Viktor Invictus’ life. She took another look at the photograph of the king’s portrait, studying his features. His portrait looked different from the rest, perhaps because he was the youngest who became a king at the age of eighteen. A large crown sat on top of his head and covered most of his slightly curly dark hair with shorter strands of it reaching his thick eyebrows. The painter also captured the subtle irritation visible in the king’s piercing gaze as if he was forced to be there.
Lilla did not find anything new or different from the first book regarding his death. Hoping she’d finally discover some answers, she flipped the third book open and scanned through its pages stopping whenever she saw the king’s name. Luckily, the soldier who wrote the journal was present and survived the Battle of Sigurd. The alchemist found a rather interesting paragraph concerning Viktor’s disappearance.
A ghostlike figure carried the king to the skies. Shortly, dark clouds formed above and between us soldiers and His Majesty. The clouds made a final whirl before completely disappearing with King Viktor…
“It can’t be...” Lilla muttered to herself as her mind began making its conjecture. There’s only one way to find out.
* * * * *
Lieutenant General Glen Erwood had his usual frowning face while Lilla sat beside him, waiting for their prisoner. The silence was a bit uncomfortable and it relieved her when she heard footsteps approaching behind the dungeon doors. Viktor and two guards entered the room before he was sat down on the chair across them.
Viktor looked worse than he was yesterday, though less agitated. She stared hard at his face, swollen in some parts, trying to see the resemblance from the portrait she saw earlier. His unruly raven hair had reached his back and he had also grown facial hair on his chin and above his upper lip. One very noticeable feature was his pronounced cheekbones which were closely similar to the photograph. She stared right at his chestnut eyes, watching how identical it was to the king’s gaze in the portrait.
The lieutenant general cleared his throat, distracting her thoughts. “Lady Henbur, what do you wish to ask of him?”
Lilla slid another truth serum to Viktor, urging him to drink it. “If you want us to believe you really are Viktor Invictus, I want to be certain that you are telling the truth.”
For a while, he glared at her as if to wonder whether he was being tricked or not. To her relief, he decided to drink the serum without any complaints.
“First, you told us you were in a dark forest for two months. Before that, where were you? How did you get to the forest?”
A grim expression washed over his face. Lilla recognized that look; someone he cared about must have died that day. “We were at war. Phoebeans ambushed us at Sigurd’s Canyon. A woman dragged me up to the sky and sent me to that rotten place.”
“Through whirling dark clouds?” Lilla repeated what was written in the Styrkean soldier’s journal entry.
Viktor nodded, quite surprised that she knew. “How?”
“And you got to Mercurius after that. What happened? The alchemist continued without answering his question. Depending on his answer, it might prove her suspicions to be correct.
“The first light in two months appeared, so I went after it. Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by candles and seven dark sorcerers in a cave.”
“That sounds like...”
“Yes, lieutenant general. A summoning by Erebus cultists. I suggest you send your men back to Callisto and do a background search on the victims.” Viktor managed to kill all of the suspected cultists before the guards arrived and was accused as a Nadian spy.
“Hang on, Lady Henbur.” He fixed his glasses and turned to Lilla with all seriousness. “You’re telling me that you believe this man’s story? That he is the real Viktor Invictus and was stuck in the realm of Erebus for two months and managed to return alive?”
“Lieutenant general,” Lilla gazed back at him with the same intensity. “To not believe him would be the same as doubting my abilities. You are also aware of who my mentor is and I assure you my truth serum is not faulty.”
“I do not intend to dishonor Lord Enkidu’s name, milady.” His eyes shifted back to Viktor, studying him intently. “However, you cannot ignore how outrageous his claims were so far.”
“I believe you were also unable to gather information regarding his background, correct? You can’t send him to the Imperial Court with this situation.”
“What do you plan to do then, Lady Henbur?”
Lilla had an idea in mind but she wasn’t sure about the risk she will have to take in exchange. While thinking, she heard the abnormal and ragged breathing of the prisoner before them. It was too late when the alchemist realized what was happening.
Viktor gagged as his hands tried to reach his throat then started vomiting black liquid. The veins on his neck became visibly black too. The guards and the lieutenant general shook his limp body; he had already fainted.
“Looks like he won’t be heading to the asylum or the guillotine.” Lilla thought about Erwood’s question about how Viktor managed to survive the forest for two months and what he possibly ate to keep himself from dying of starvation. He fed on Thirios, the shadow beasts. “Bring him to my tower at once!”
THE SUN ROSE FROM THE EAST. Its rays announced the beginning of another day. Three months ago, Viktor would wake up in his chambers, go straight to the Conference Hall after breakfast, and listen to his men’s reports. For some reason, five hundred years in the future, the king woke up in a room of the alchemist’s tower.“You up?” A certain short redhead peeked at the door’s opening. She kicked it open with a sigh after confirming he was already awake, letting herself in. “I expect you to clean this up before the day ends.”Books and journals were scattered on the floor beside his bed. It’s been three weeks since Viktor’s stay in Mercurius and he still couldn’t mentally grasp what happened within the past months. His kingdom fell five centuries ago; everyone he knew and cared about was gone. Every day he hoped to wake up on his bed in the Styrkean palace, only to meet the same off-white ceiling of the alchemist’s guest room. To make matters worse, he also frequently dreamed about the d
THE SNOW CRUNCHED BENEATH HIS BOOTS. Dimitry treaded through the white fields, dragging his warhammer behind him. The echoes of the battlefield came to an end; the only ones left were the victors.Dimitry stopped before a dying boar. A part of its stomach was torn off, barely keeping itself alive. He ran his hand on its neck as if to soothe the poor beast’s heavy breathing. Whispering a short prayer, he raised his hammer and brought it down with one swift motion as blood and snow scattered everywhere. He continued walking through the silent tundra, picking up the red flag with a golden flame symbol. Corpses of both Thirios and warriors were scattered everywhere, the remnants of war. He was accustomed to it; in three hundred years of serving Smihja, he had fought countless battles —against shadow beasts and humans alike. Dimitry managed to stay alive each time, witnessing his comrades’ last breath. He was a survivor.The wars took a lot from him; his friends, his family, and his wife.
LILLA KNEELED ON THE DAIS, showing respect to the most powerful woman in Mercurius. She could feel her regal aura even from this distance alone — what more if she stood beside her.Empress Katarina Amaris sat on her throne with her legs crossed. Her long red gown reached the floor as she stood up, scanning the three of them. The empress spoke to the princess with a strict tone, “I heard you snuck out of the palace again without my permission, Kristen. Would you mind explaining yourself?”Kristen’s gaze remained directed to the floor, refusing to meet her mother’s. Lilla noticed how tense the atmosphere was between them; she assumed it had something to do with the princess’ visit to Ahlea. “I believe there were no rules stating that princesses are forbidden to sneak out whenever they please too, Your Majesty.”The empress simply stared at her daughter as if to observe her expression with her usual emotionless hazel eyes. Thankfully, she let the topic go and began to explain the reason
THE HORSES' HOOVES CLOPPED as they galloped across the towns of Bronnan. Viktor felt free once again while mounting on the back of the said animal. It was his one and only hobby when he was still a Styrkean prince. Horseback riding and jousting felt as natural as breathing to him.Viktor rode his horse beside the princess' carriage with Brighid Callahan, the general of the Mercurian army. Her carefree attitude reminded him of Amund, his best friend and leader of his knights. He was mentioned in some history books related to Styrkeis, but none of them stated what became of him after The Battle of Sigurd."Have you thought about my offer yet?" The blonde woman on his right asked. Brighid had been pestering him about enlisting in the military for the past two days after he fought one of her men in the barracks. "Fennar was right about one thing, you know? You're better off in the army with your talents. Replace him for me, would you?"He had thought about it yesterday and he wasn't quite
DIMITRY BREATHED OUT. Black liquid was scattered all over the bridge and sullied everyone’s clothes; the dwarf and Viktor were covered by the creatures’ blood the most. “You! The Alchemist’s Apprentice! What do you think you’re doing?!” The captain stomped towards Viktor in a seemingly furious manner. “You’re supposed to just stand back and wait till we clear the way!” Viktor handed the spear back to the lieutenant as he responded to the captain, “Would you have made it in time? Those soldiers, if I followed your orders, will they be alive?” The soldier gritted his teeth. He was aware that Viktor did save his men and it appeared to have annoyed him. “I appreciate your actions, Sir Unfrid. However, you should be more sensible of your position as the assistant of our Royal Alchemist.” Dimitry gazed at Viktor curiously. The man did not give off the impression of someone who studied the arts of alchemy. He appeared more of a warrior than a scholar, judging by the way he fought beside h
VIKTOR SURVEYED THE CULTISTS. He could tell that they were well-built for combat by their physique. These people were most likely the fighting forces of the cult. But why would they need that? They can summon Thirios.“You over there, why are you carrying a Sporos on your back?” the girl asked Viktor. She tilted her head to the side as if to appear innocent and adorable. “Aw, no answer? Are you perhaps an alchemist?”Second Lieutenant Hanafin continued to point her rifle at the man as she talked to them silently. “Cataron is no good either. We need to reach the fourth level and regroup with General Callahan at Groden.”Viktor met the girl’s red eyes who was still grinning at him. Something about her bothered him. His gut told him never to put his guard down around her. It would make sense since her lackeys currently surrounded them. But he was sure that was not the reason. A foreboding feeling about her kept poking him, making his entire body react negatively toward her. Viktor was re
LILLA BIT HER FINGERNAILS. She couldn’t let exhaustion and pressure get to her when she was working. All she needed was one seed. One Sporos sample. But the gods — or whichever deity was present at the moment — decided to sow chaos at such a crucial time. It’s been two days since she let Viktor retrieve the material she needed for the cure. It wasn’t a simple task given the situation but it wasn’t the most difficult either. To make matters worse, Erebus cultists turned out to be the ones responsible for this whole ordeal. “Where the hell are they?” Frustrated, Lilla decided to leave her temporary workplace and checked on her special patients. She hid them away from ordinary people, letting only one of the physicians look after them. After all, treating them can be quite illegal. Two pairs of white tiger ears and crystal blue eyes greeted her as she opened the door to Viktor’s room. “Lilla! You’re here early today!” The small boy frowned after realizing she didn’t bring the usual se
THE KINGDOM OF STYRKEIS was once the strongest land in Desmos which later on became the foundation of the Sovereign State of Nadia. Their weapons and armors were indestructible, their land grew vast each year, and they emerge victorious in countless wars. King Viktor Invictus studied the large rectangular map sprawled on the council’s table. The red marks stand as the Styrkean camps and fortresses while the few blue ones are marked as the Phoebeans' territory according to their intel. It wouldn’t be difficult to understand which side was winning, the king made sure of that. Soon, the land will be purified and be rid of the Moon’s curse. His people will live freely and securely again. “This will do.” He moved two red pieces towards the bridge to their enemy’s territory. “It is time for us to strike and take Minfrost Bridge. Ready the trebuchets and capture Fort Liemdahl. Make sure our soldiers have enough rations to survive the travel and assault. Pass these orders to General Corvinu
LILLA BIT HER FINGERNAILS. She couldn’t let exhaustion and pressure get to her when she was working. All she needed was one seed. One Sporos sample. But the gods — or whichever deity was present at the moment — decided to sow chaos at such a crucial time. It’s been two days since she let Viktor retrieve the material she needed for the cure. It wasn’t a simple task given the situation but it wasn’t the most difficult either. To make matters worse, Erebus cultists turned out to be the ones responsible for this whole ordeal. “Where the hell are they?” Frustrated, Lilla decided to leave her temporary workplace and checked on her special patients. She hid them away from ordinary people, letting only one of the physicians look after them. After all, treating them can be quite illegal. Two pairs of white tiger ears and crystal blue eyes greeted her as she opened the door to Viktor’s room. “Lilla! You’re here early today!” The small boy frowned after realizing she didn’t bring the usual se
VIKTOR SURVEYED THE CULTISTS. He could tell that they were well-built for combat by their physique. These people were most likely the fighting forces of the cult. But why would they need that? They can summon Thirios.“You over there, why are you carrying a Sporos on your back?” the girl asked Viktor. She tilted her head to the side as if to appear innocent and adorable. “Aw, no answer? Are you perhaps an alchemist?”Second Lieutenant Hanafin continued to point her rifle at the man as she talked to them silently. “Cataron is no good either. We need to reach the fourth level and regroup with General Callahan at Groden.”Viktor met the girl’s red eyes who was still grinning at him. Something about her bothered him. His gut told him never to put his guard down around her. It would make sense since her lackeys currently surrounded them. But he was sure that was not the reason. A foreboding feeling about her kept poking him, making his entire body react negatively toward her. Viktor was re
DIMITRY BREATHED OUT. Black liquid was scattered all over the bridge and sullied everyone’s clothes; the dwarf and Viktor were covered by the creatures’ blood the most. “You! The Alchemist’s Apprentice! What do you think you’re doing?!” The captain stomped towards Viktor in a seemingly furious manner. “You’re supposed to just stand back and wait till we clear the way!” Viktor handed the spear back to the lieutenant as he responded to the captain, “Would you have made it in time? Those soldiers, if I followed your orders, will they be alive?” The soldier gritted his teeth. He was aware that Viktor did save his men and it appeared to have annoyed him. “I appreciate your actions, Sir Unfrid. However, you should be more sensible of your position as the assistant of our Royal Alchemist.” Dimitry gazed at Viktor curiously. The man did not give off the impression of someone who studied the arts of alchemy. He appeared more of a warrior than a scholar, judging by the way he fought beside h
THE HORSES' HOOVES CLOPPED as they galloped across the towns of Bronnan. Viktor felt free once again while mounting on the back of the said animal. It was his one and only hobby when he was still a Styrkean prince. Horseback riding and jousting felt as natural as breathing to him.Viktor rode his horse beside the princess' carriage with Brighid Callahan, the general of the Mercurian army. Her carefree attitude reminded him of Amund, his best friend and leader of his knights. He was mentioned in some history books related to Styrkeis, but none of them stated what became of him after The Battle of Sigurd."Have you thought about my offer yet?" The blonde woman on his right asked. Brighid had been pestering him about enlisting in the military for the past two days after he fought one of her men in the barracks. "Fennar was right about one thing, you know? You're better off in the army with your talents. Replace him for me, would you?"He had thought about it yesterday and he wasn't quite
LILLA KNEELED ON THE DAIS, showing respect to the most powerful woman in Mercurius. She could feel her regal aura even from this distance alone — what more if she stood beside her.Empress Katarina Amaris sat on her throne with her legs crossed. Her long red gown reached the floor as she stood up, scanning the three of them. The empress spoke to the princess with a strict tone, “I heard you snuck out of the palace again without my permission, Kristen. Would you mind explaining yourself?”Kristen’s gaze remained directed to the floor, refusing to meet her mother’s. Lilla noticed how tense the atmosphere was between them; she assumed it had something to do with the princess’ visit to Ahlea. “I believe there were no rules stating that princesses are forbidden to sneak out whenever they please too, Your Majesty.”The empress simply stared at her daughter as if to observe her expression with her usual emotionless hazel eyes. Thankfully, she let the topic go and began to explain the reason
THE SNOW CRUNCHED BENEATH HIS BOOTS. Dimitry treaded through the white fields, dragging his warhammer behind him. The echoes of the battlefield came to an end; the only ones left were the victors.Dimitry stopped before a dying boar. A part of its stomach was torn off, barely keeping itself alive. He ran his hand on its neck as if to soothe the poor beast’s heavy breathing. Whispering a short prayer, he raised his hammer and brought it down with one swift motion as blood and snow scattered everywhere. He continued walking through the silent tundra, picking up the red flag with a golden flame symbol. Corpses of both Thirios and warriors were scattered everywhere, the remnants of war. He was accustomed to it; in three hundred years of serving Smihja, he had fought countless battles —against shadow beasts and humans alike. Dimitry managed to stay alive each time, witnessing his comrades’ last breath. He was a survivor.The wars took a lot from him; his friends, his family, and his wife.
THE SUN ROSE FROM THE EAST. Its rays announced the beginning of another day. Three months ago, Viktor would wake up in his chambers, go straight to the Conference Hall after breakfast, and listen to his men’s reports. For some reason, five hundred years in the future, the king woke up in a room of the alchemist’s tower.“You up?” A certain short redhead peeked at the door’s opening. She kicked it open with a sigh after confirming he was already awake, letting herself in. “I expect you to clean this up before the day ends.”Books and journals were scattered on the floor beside his bed. It’s been three weeks since Viktor’s stay in Mercurius and he still couldn’t mentally grasp what happened within the past months. His kingdom fell five centuries ago; everyone he knew and cared about was gone. Every day he hoped to wake up on his bed in the Styrkean palace, only to meet the same off-white ceiling of the alchemist’s guest room. To make matters worse, he also frequently dreamed about the d
THE ALCHEMIST WAS BACK TO WORK, though she did not seem to have the enthusiasm and motivation to finish today’s requests. Something was clearly bothering her but she was fairly sure it was none of her business. Lilla ignored her thoughts and continued writing prescriptions for her patients. She is the Royal Alchemist, nothing more, nothing less.And yet, her mind kept going back to the mysterious prisoner’s nonsensical story, interrupting her work. A disgruntled groan escaped her lips as she leaned on the spine of her chair. Why was she so engrossed in his absurd story? None of it was logical at all. How can a king from five hundred years ago who was presumed to be dead turn out to be alive today?Lilla gazed through the window at her right side. The sun’s orange hue scattered over the skies and on the rooves of Cicero. Friday was about to end again, three more days before Viktor’s court trial will begin. She was already sure of the verdict he will receive without it even starting yet
THE KING WAS DREAMING. His ears rang deafeningly as darkness covered his vision. He felt his knees submerged under a lake of black goo; its putrid smell reeked everywhere. Then, the wind blew, causing leaves to rustle around him. The king stood in the middle of a forest deprived of all light. He blindly ventured into the area, trusting the mental map within his mind created by his limited senses. On his right hand, he held his spear firmly when he felt a lot of eyes watching him. The creatures broke the silence in the once quiet forest; they hissed and growl as though carnivores waiting to eat their meal.A soft hand touched his forehead, its warmth spreading on his skin. It eased the pain caused by the soldiers’ blows. His vision was still blurry but he could barely make out an image of a blonde girl behind the iron bars. She was nursing his wounds. Or rather, she was healing him. With magic.Viktor slapped her hand and immediately sat up with his back against the wall. “Lay a hand o