Chapitre 403: One of The Worst Kinds of Hurt

[ALANOR]

"My father is dying, brother," Cass said and that was all it took for Alanor to cast a spell that removed all traces of the feast ever taking place there. 

"What? No, he can't. He shouldn't, that's impossible," Alanor said as he got up and started pacing. 

He hadn't thought that king Cassius would die or even be dying this soon. That wasn't how the story ended. That wasn't how things would have to turn out. This wasn't right. None of this was and Alanor couldn't help but feel like there was much that he needed to do. 

"What do you mean he can't?" Cass asked like Alanor was aware of something he wasn't saying to them. 

"Because the last time I saved him before I activated the vigilantes, he promised he'd let me heal him. Fuck I even made him a serum to take. If you say he's dying then he didn't take the man serum. We need to go to Acrod.