Chapter 118 Spells And Promises
- [Xanthea]
- Blood streamed down my broken hand, merging with the holy rain as it dripped from my fingertips, pooling around my bare feet as I stood against Yandor, the masked celestial prince, and Nikolai.
- The celestial prince panted, his bated breaths cautious as he stared at me, a glowing white sword drawn to his side.