Chapter 78. Soren Warhammer.

Strong gusts of air roared through the enclosed space that was the witch's basement. They scattered the residue of spirit mana in the area as easily as a knife cuts butter.

He tensed, waiting patiently like the predator that he was. He carefully held his mate against his chest. Sascha blinked and rubbed her eyes in an effort to clear her vision.

He murmured a small arcane of shadows around her eyes, to help her remove the white spots from her pupils. However, he never lost sight of the scene before them.

A wall of mist enveloped the person leaning in front of the witch. Melida staggered as she gasped, looking haggard for once. Apparently, not even she could enter the primeval Kaos that gave birth to this land without suffering the consequences.

"Ah." A loud sigh rumbled and the woman in his arms shifted uneasily as she struggled to peer through the mist. There was the sound of a deep inhalation. "I had forgotten how good it felt to breathe."