Elara cried out, "No! Let him go, you monster!" She lunged forward and grabbed Ivan's wrist, only to release a sharp, pained scream as his scorching body temperature burned her instantly. She recoiled, clutching her hand, and howled in distress, "Someone help him! Somebody stop him!"
As Septimus watched the scene unfold in horror, the vision he had seen days ago resurfaced with chilling clarity:
People screaming, someone howling…a woman. And fire, fire everywhere. A complete mayhem…and then he saw King Solan clearly: his blue eyes wide with terror, fire reflecting in his pupils, gasping for breath. His long blonde hair was in complete disarray, and the flames danced across his horrified expression.
He bowed swiftly. "Prince Ivan, I beseech you…please, calm yourself. What you are about to do will carry consequences far worse than you realise. Think of your father and your kingdom. Do you truly wish to wage war against the very kingdom to which Princess Evelyn belongs?"
