Chapter 92

Milton did not try to argue with Rhobart as he dropped the shield. The Seeker sent a black fireball straight at him. Milton tried to stop it, but the dark spell hit him in the chest. He put his hands over his heart where the spell had hit and groaned loudly before falling to his knees. A heartbeat later, he plummeted face first into the snow.

“Milton!” Ayla screamed.

She had promised herself not to let anyone get hurt because of her stupid mistake, and now Milton was... dead. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wiped them with the back of her hand as she stared at the Seeker. She was no longer afraid of making that sacrifice.

She rushed to Milton and kneeled next to him, and rolled him onto his back. His right hand was still gripping the magic rune he used for attack spells, and Ayla grabbed it between her palms. She concentrated on her magic. On how it felt.

“Is he still breathing?” Rhobart asked, his eyes still on the Seeker—who had stopped his attack for a moment as if