Calamity prevention, at a price.

Ronald regretted even that one second which he wasted when he was arguing with the king back at the palace. Now he feverishly searches for his friends and his mate and honestly, the air was beginning to affect him too.

A witch had shouted across the mall and he heard her instructions, clearly.

Do not touch the affected, do not touch anyone indeed.

But he couldn't help but wonder if he could stop it.

Why didn't the wizards and the witches try and stop this phenomenon? But then again, he remembered. These newbies of the Devil's creations are just like him. And there is no way that a simple black magic user could defy the powers of the Devil's literal making.

"JANE! DANIEL!" He yelled across the mall in his brilliant booming voice, but the lack of response was giving him anxiety. Dark thoughts have been creeping up into his head where it would almost take his mind out of reality, and the poor elemental was trying to best to stay sane.