I’m Sure She’s Fine. She’s Not Weak…

She peaked inside the room and drew back when she saw that the whole room was dark.

She glanced at the candle whose light had snapped off again and sparked it back on.

Slowly, she walked into the room and looked around for any torches hanging on the wall.

Seeing two, she hurried towards them and lit them on, using the fire on the tip of the candle.

Everything within the room became visible to the eyes, and she looked around, her eyes widening in disbelief in the next moment.

Unlike what she had expected, the entire room was filled with nothing but a stone casket with ancient artifacts, and she couldn't even read what was written on its body.

"What the-" She slowly ambled towards the tomb and grazed her fingers on it.

She wiped away the dust on the casket, then proceeded to read the name written on it.

"Damian Heltwarden of Bredevern. Bre-der-ven..." Not sure if she was pronouncing it right, she looked around for a way to open the tomb and see what was inside.

She squatted down and used her hand to wipe off the dust on a particularly hard area of the casket.

"Hmmm..." Her eyes narrowed to a thin line and she gazed intently at the words written on it.

"DELE VE, SVA... SVAKLA... huh?" She stopped reading, unsure of what exactly those words meant.

It looked like a spell to her, but... she doesn't know what kind of spell it is.

A low breath exited her nose and she proceeded to read it again.

"DELE VE, SVAKLA METEVA, ESK LE KIV SLE UN RELEASET."

The instant the words fled her mouth, time slowed down before her eyes to the point that she could even feel the slow pace of the wind slapping against her face.

The temperature within the room reduced drastically, and she immediately began to shiver with her arms hurriedly wrapped around her body.

"Wha-what's going on?" She asked herself and immediately flinched when the top of the casket shook furiously.

Her heart began to race, and she quickly stood up on her feet.

She took a step back, but before she could take another step back, the casket cover furiously burst open, slapping heavily against the roof.

Yennefer's heart skipped a beat when it landed on the floor, and she stared at the casket, waiting for whatever was inside to crawl out.

She waited, but when nothing happened, a deep breath of relief escaped her mouth.

"That scared the shit out of me." She chuckled to herself and proceeded to walk closer to the casket to see what was inside it.

She arrived before it and slowly peeked inside to see what was lying within, but that turned out to be a very big mistake of hers, because the instant she peeked, a human figure emerged at the flash of light, gripped her by her arms and pulled her along with it into the casket, disappearing from sight.

The only thing heard was Yennfer's scream which faded almost instantly.

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As though slapped awake, Luthiel, who was fast asleep, sprang his eyes open, instant worry overwhelming him.

He looked around and clutched his heart, not sure why it was beating so furiously.

"What's... going on?" He asked himself, confused as to why he was feeling so anxious about a certain person at the same time.

"Hmmm..." He stood up from the bed, clad in his night clothing, and grabbed his sword that was resting near his bed.

He ruffled his hair, feeling quite tired, and proceeded out of the chamber.

He made his way towards Yennefer's chamber and glanced at the guards who were seated, fast asleep.

He shook his head and pushed the door open.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

His green eyes glimpsed the bed, and his brows furrowed on seeing no one there.

"Yennefer..." He called, but no response came.

"Yennefer!" He hurried towards the bed and pulled off the bed sheet.

His eyes fluttered rapidly and thinking that maybe, she might have escaped, he hurried towards the window but stopped on seeing that the window was still locked.

And not just that, her shoes were on the floor as well.

She definitely wouldn't escape barefoot, would she?

He shook his head, knowing just how ridiculous that sounded. Besides, she wasn't such a reckless person to escape.

Escape is simply suicide.

He agreed with himself and looked around the room, feeling that she must be in some sort of danger if he was feeling this apprehensive about her.

"Where are you?" He inquired, hoping to get an answer, but when he got none, he pinched between his brows, not sure where to start looking for her.

"Such a brash woman." He groaned in annoyance and turned around to walk out of the chamber, but his attention was suddenly caught by something.

He halted his step and turned around to stare at the shifted sword rack.

"Hmm..." His eyes narrowed into a thin line and he ambled towards the rack.

He gazed at the wall and, unable to see the door handle, a slight frown settled in between his brows.

He knew more than anyone else that there was something behind these walls.

A slight breath fled his nose, and with his eyes suddenly turning pure green as though they were green flames, he hovered his hands above the wall, making the door handle visible to the eyes.

'Could she have seen it?' He questioned himself, deeply hoping that he was wrong.

He pulled the handle, and the door on the wall opened.

He stepped inside and it shut behind him, leaving him in the dark passageway.

He snapped his fingers, igniting a bright green flame above his palm.

He peeked at the stairs and began to walk down, still hoping that she hadn't gone down here.

He arrived at the last step, and the moment his eyes fell on the door, in which its chain had been broken, his heart skipped a bit.

"She found it..." He whispered to himself with serious worry in his eyes, and let out deep breaths before pulling the door open.

"I'm sure she's fine. She's not weak." He assured himself, trying not to think of the worst that could happen.