Havoc

Avine ran with all her strength, but the Marechal escaped in an excruciating sneer of very choking dark clouds.

- Myzon!

This was without knowing the prince's warriors. Beyrok and Garfin created a thick, impenetrable star barrier that easily stopped the criminal's escape. They grabbed him and threw him violently at Myzon's feet.

The latter, as if he had not suffered any injury that was already beginning to eat away at his body and slowly kill him, stood up before him, implacable, dominant, crushed his prisoner with a cruel foot.

- I guess that's what I think. The virus.

- Yes. Sterlis nodded with a hateful and sly look. I injected you with Ioler.

- And I also assume that you are Stenden, the oldest brother of Orchus and Enyel.

Avine gasped and stared at the marshal. The latter was beginning to take off his cursed disguise, which was no longer of any use, but which was so convincing that he managed to fool everyone, all except Myzon of course.