Chapter • 119

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

I was looking for Abbadon and Loren among the people while sitting on the throne and a second later... Asra was in front of me.

She had lost her mind, I knew! Being close to that thing was not safe.

'It was my fault, I should have stopped it, I should have insisted that she give up that stupid idea of bringing the saint...'

"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO TREAT HER AS YOUR OWN?" Asra screamed and I stared at her in surprise.

"Asra?" I called her, trying to wake up the phoenix that was always by my side, that damn trance, but it didn’t work.

"WHO LET YOU DELIVER MY ELAINE TO THE CRAZY DRUG?"

What the hell was she talking about? Yours? What did that thing do to her?

"Duchess!" I tried to reason with her as I rose from the throne and now, the one in front of me didn’t even look like Asra.

It was not the elegant phoenix I knew, there was no grace that always possessed in his movements. She was harsh, furious, she was like a deadly weapon and maybe it was be