A ray of sunlight appeared from a distance, the sky slowly began to turn bright in the morning, and the tide began to recede. The sound of birds chirping enlivens the morning atmosphere.
"How long can you last in your true form?" Miguel stepped out into the air with the help of the transparent white wall. The grin on his face was strange.
Thomas didn't answer, his eyes glaring at him. His heart was beating fast, his body temperature was slowly rising, and he felt hot and burning.
Miguel was quickly in front of Thomas, he reached out his hand to touch Thomas' head. The man quickly swung his silver sword, he jumped while carrying Iris into his arms.
Miguel chuckled, when Thomas blinked, the great mage grabbed his hair. His hands were already wrapped around his forehead, he has dragged a few steps away, Iris' body slipped from his grip.
The silver sword shook, released from its master, as if it had a consciousness of its own, flew towards the White Wizard, but the attack was reflected by the thin wall that protected the Great Wizard, the silver sword fell into the sand.
"Even if you can come back, my curse is still on your body."
Miguel held Thomas' forehead and cast a spell, the man screamed, the pain he had ever felt was repeated, his forehead was pressed, it felt hot and burning.
Severe pain shot through his head to his back, his bones seemed to be pulled out of place. His nails scratched the sand, it hurt so much as if his soul was being sucked out like he was about to die.
Thomas's loud shout not only caused an uproar on a sunny morning, but the little birds also flew away, Alita and Morgan, who were looking for their whereabouts, looked at each other and immediately ran.
"Thomas!" Alita shouted from a distance, her clothes were torn here and there, she flapped her bat wings closer to Thomas and Miguel. She stared at the man without blinking, her mouth growling in anger.
Morgan appeared after him in his wolf form, he howled and stared at the White Wizard while baring his sharp teeth. There were bloodstains on his gray fur.
Alita darted towards Miguel with claws in her hands, Miguel was too focused on Thomas. He gasped and let go of Thomas, he took a few steps back.
"Vampire?" The Great Wizard's brow furrowed, seeing the figure of a vampire who was standing tall against him. Those eyes didn't seem afraid at all.
The vampire girl spread her black wings, and she lifted her chin haughtily.
"The Queen's Daughter? Did you betray your mother and brother?"
Miguel stood up straight, looking down at Alita in return.
He now knew where this vampire girl's arrogance had come from. No one could be more proud than Queen Valerie and her descendants.
Thomas fell onto the sand helplessly, his body slowly shrinking, his black hair turning white again, his little hands shaking with anger.
Alita, who saw Thomas's change, snorted. "I'd rather betray than be with someone who never thought I existed."
The Great Wizard nodded calmly, it was common knowledge that the princess had never been involved in royal affairs. Even hearing her name called by the queen could only be counted on the fingers.
Morgan doesn't care about the White Wizard, for him, the vampire girl is enough to deal with him. Besides, he doesn't feel the threatening air from Miguel now.
Morgan prefers to get closer to Iris. He sniffs the Witch's body, licking her wounds carefully. A sad look was visible on the wolf's face.
Miguel looked at Thomas and Alita alternately, he closed his eyes. With his strength, he could have killed all four of them in one hit, but he failed. There was something more important he had to do right now.
"I'll give you a little more time," said Miguel as he wrapped his arms in a cloth, he looked at Thomas, who was still slumped on the sand in pain. "Make sure you stay alive until that day comes."
The translucent white wall enveloped the Great Wizard, formed a white mist, and disappeared with the disappearance of Miguel's body in the wind.
The wind blew slowly, for a moment, the four of them were silent, busy with each other's thoughts. The waves crashed against their feet, Alita breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground.
Morgan turned his body back into a human, he was holding Iris, who was still losing consciousness, her leg kicked Thomas' leg. "Bray, you're still alive?"
Thomas's breath was still ragged, he struggled to sit back down, his face getting paler. "I thought I was still alive."
Alita touched Thomas' cheek sadly, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Thomas' eyes were still blue like the deep sea. Thomas could still see it.
Thomas smiled with his pale lips, he didn't know whether to be grateful for his current situation, he was still alive and could continue looking for the stone that broke the curse, he might also be able to save his brother from the brothel later.
Thomas only hoped.
"What happened to Andreas?" Thomas asked, looking up at Morgan.
Morgan snorted in annoyance, he and Alita looked at each other. "He was taken away by his reinforcements, the other Harpies."
Morgan still vividly remembers when he barely managed to rip Kyle's wings apart, another Harpy came and grabbed him, clawing at him with their hooves in groups, Morgan had no choice but to run to Alita and drag the vampire girl away.
Alita removed the wings from her back, rubbed her torn clothes here and there, then stood up slowly.
"I think we should find a place to rest," she suggested as he looked around, all that was nearby was pure white sand and blue seawater, coconut trees swaying in the wind.
Iris was still unconscious and in Morgan's arms, the werewolf didn't seem to let her go.
"Is Iris okay?" Thomas asked after he managed to stand with difficulty.
"She's fine, the external wound has healed thanks to me," Morgan said proudly, raising his eyebrows at Thomas.
The boy snorted, he looked away, Alita chuckled in disgust because these two men didn't respond to her words, she glared at Morgan.
Morgan nodded slowly, he narrowed his eyes when he saw a large tree near the rock from a distance. "We're there."
"Okay." Thomas followed Morgan's footsteps with limp steps, the effects of the White Wizard's curse were still very much felt throughout his body, aches, and pains.
"What do you need me to do?" Alita bowed slightly, she looked at Thomas worriedly, the vampire girl stretched out her hand.
"Pft!" Morgan was about to laugh, but soon he held it in, he glanced at Thomas with a mocking look.
Thomas understood the meaning of Morgan's gaze, his arms arched, he hissed in annoyance. "Not!"