Kapitel 516: Demon War Council

Fyren faced down Jessia, his infernal body smoldering with anger. The intensity of the fire within him seeped through the cracks and gaps in his scales, casting an ominous, orange glow over the frost-tipped grass.

"If you had succeeded in collaring her," Fyren growled, his voice flat and filled with chilling certainty, "I would have hunted you down and burned anything left of your corpse."

"Don't worry, I have no intention of touching the Oracle again. If anything, she's become one of my favorites." Jessia shrugged, appearing unconcerned, yet there was a slight hesitation in her voice. It was the first time she'd shown such emotion, perhaps aware that the Lord of Ash wasn't bluffing.

She gave me a wink, and I shuddered, shifting my stance to better hide behind Fable. I knew it wouldn't make a difference, not when she'd so quickly appeared behind me last time, but having my companion between us eased some of the fear our previous interaction had left me with.