Black Night In Dreonah [6]

Ivan narrowed his eyes as he shot through the sky at an incredible speed, the wind roaring past him. 

A Relic of Seraphiel? Here?

Why? How?

Below, he quickly spotted the intense battle raging near the royal castle. Mikhail and Kenneth were locked in combat, but something was off.

Mikhail—who should have been dominating this fight—was struggling. Kenneth looked far worse, his body battered and bruised, but that much was expected. So why was Mikhail bleeding?

"What happened?" Ivan asked the moment he arrived.

Mikhail cast him a brief glance before stepping back, pressing a hand to his chest wound with a pained groan. "He used a Relic of Seraphiel against me."

Ivan's gaze snapped toward Kenneth, who clutched a small knife in his hand. The moment Ivan's eyes landed on it, he felt it—the unmistakable essence of Seraphiel.

His expression darkened. So it really is a Relic of Seraphiel.