Kyros fell silent for a moment as the gruesome memory of burnt flesh and blood-curdling screams flashed vividly through his mind. It felt as though the horrific scene had happened only yesterday.
"We burned anyone who showed the first sign of infection. The spell and its caster were wiped out down to their last generation. There was no cure." Kyros's voice was devoid of emotion, yet his clenched fingers and cold silver eyes betrayed the storm of turbulent emotions he struggled to contain.
Elora, returning to her seat, paused briefly at his words before sitting down, her heart shaken by the gravity of the situation.
She had thought that by gathering the healers, they would be able to find a cure, not expecting it would be much worse than she had anticipated.
"Then how did the church get the spell that was supposed to have been destroyed?" Elora asked in a sarcastic tone, a humorless smile curling her lips as she glanced at Kyros.
