Albert took a step back. Thorn roared, flapping his wings in front of Albert and trying to appear bigger.
"No!" Albert yelled, clutching at his broken staff for dear life.
"Albert, he won't be biting you," Valentius would die before he asked such a thing from Albert.
The healer took another step back.
"I don't want to be connected to that thing!"
They looked at Marek's form.
It wouldn't be long now before he died. His wounds were infected, the smell giving them away.
"I will extract the blood. I need it for a potion," Valentius knew only one potion that could bind a demon. Marek had proven that not even a soul bond was enough.
No, the Nightshades had carved a place of deep hatred in the demon realm. Valentius was told more than once to never brew that potion.
That it was no better than a slave rune.
"If we get caught…!"
Albert blinked.
If they got caught? Valentius had killed a lord of a region. Who may or may not be Wrath's favorite toy.
