Page 2 of Cursed Heirs

I blinked several times to adjust to the brightness, because it was every fucking where, and then I managed to make out Alena there facing off with Constantine.

The army of acolytes that had been flanking him was now down, all of them in a massive heap and passed out over by the broken gates that the bastard had felled.

He was actually on his knees streaming his red fire in her direction.

Gone was the black magic he’d been using for the most part.

And there Alena was, a partially translucent round shield up, grimacing as she fought to hold his magic back.

If he was close to overpowering her, why was he on his knees?

I strained to peer closer, really wishing my vision wasn’t currently compromised.

It took me a moment, but then I managed to see his free hand down by his side, sparks of gold engulfing what was left of a red flame he’d clearly been trying to conjure.

I frowned.

They seemed to be attacking it.

Not just that, but… destroying it?

Bit by bit, I watched it happen.

A cry of indignation from Alena had me darting my gaze to her and then I saw her push forward with her gold stream and the same thing start to happen to Constantine’s other red flame.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

This was unprecedented.

It was insane, was what it was.

I couldn’t believe what I was actually seeing.

The ability to do what she was shouldn’t exist.

“So very special, darling princess,” I heard Constantine say.

In the next split-second, a burst of red magic erupted—but not from him.

Somebody teleported into the fray, hidden beneath a heavy hooded cloak and they thrust aHellbornat where Alena and Constantine’s magical streams met.

They both cried out as it blew them back and their magic sputtered out.

I yelled as Alena landed painfully on her back, choking.

And then the hooded figure wrapped their free arm around Constantine, swept their magic around the acolytes, and they all disappeared in a cloud of teleportation.

I pushed off the ground and tried to go to Alena, but the exertion in my current state proved too much.

I stumbled and hit the ground, rasping.

White wings filled my vision a moment before blackness took me.

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~Orpheus~

“Motherfuck,” I grunted as I came to, my head pounding.

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