Salma's world screeched to an abrupt halt, the shock, paralyzing her for some time. She had run with all she had, the fastest she could remember having ever run all her life, only to be dealt such a rude shock.
She quickly covered the distance between her and Celeste, coming to kneel beside her friend. Without any care in the world, she pushed the body of the king away from the top of Celeste's body and pressed her hand against the open wound on her chest while she uttered a spell.
Her tears were falling without restrictions, but she didn't care. At that moment, she cared for nothing else, not even herself, as she concentrated on what she was doing.
Elvis on the other hand couldn't bear the pain. The moment he stopped screeching, he started to breathe out fire. The dragon warriors who were still fighting, quickly stopped and retreated when they saw this, leaving the werewolves vulnerable to the fury of the consuming fire.
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