Ragna closed her eyes.
She accepted it was her last.
So many things were rushing in his mind right now.
She barely breathed as Velvetius pressed the tip of his rapier against her throat.
His cruel, arrogant smirk had widened with sick amusement.
"Tell her, assassin," Velvetius taunted, "Say it before I end her."
Arin struggled against the arcane bindings, but they were too strong.
His body was aching from exhaustion.
"Was I wrong?" he asked himself, "Was my calculation wrong? Did I really make a poor gamble?"
He growled in frustration and rage, trying one last time, with all his strength, to summon enough strength.
"Ragna, forgive me, I have made a mistake!" He cried in rage—when suddenly, the air shimmered.
Velvetius tilted his head. The Serpent Mage had sensed something.
The flickering light of the tavern distorted for a brief moment.
The shadows on the wall seemed to be shifted unnaturally.
And then, three masked figures appeared, stepping forward.
