Chapter 33

The offer.

A strong gust of something burning stirs me back to a conscious state and I lift myself off the dusty ground, coughing and spewing bits of dust that must have gotten into my lungs. My eyes are slowly getting used to the darkness surrounding me. Finally, I recognise the shapes of trees in the distance and hear insects buzzing around. The Warlock couldn't just transport me away from the mill-no creature in the entire Eastern World has such power.

"Get up Wyvern, we haven't got much time. I can't afford to be traced back by others. I've used extensive magic for us to be alone," a voice barks at me, and I hear footsteps a few meters away from me. I rub dust from my eyes, seeing the Warlock in the moonlight. Her face is somehow damaged, like she'd been badly burned. She isn't the beautiful woman anymore. Her hair's greasy and clothes are filthy.