"What did you see, Ianthe?" asked the other elders.
Ianthe ignored them.
Her mind was already maddened by what she saw. Her actions were lacking considerate thought.
Avidanna frowned as she noticed the spell brewing in the sky, 'That's a mythical-ranked spell. She is a Grand-Mage, one that I couldn't possibly hope to match. And this Nesryn, I can feel it….she is beyond Grand-Mage!'
Nesryn spoke, "Ianthe, stop. We can discuss what you saw and reach a conclusion together."
"I have to do it," Tears welled down Ianthe's cheeks.
Rationality was coming back to her. But it was too late.
Before she could move, a plant whip wrapped around her leg and flung her away.
The plant whip didn't originate from Reve, though.
It was brownish and full of life. Nothing could stop it as it grabbed Reve's body and pulled it into the village.
Nesryn was shocked at this sudden turn of events.
