MAGE TOWER, Boundary between Southland and Eastland.
The once chotic scene at one chamber had finally calmed down after hours of panic for both the shamans and the tower master himself as Cataleya was slowly succumbing to death.
Now staring at the duke who sat down on the couch, burying his head in frustration in his palms, Orisa sighed in silence after such exhausting attempt to save lady Birison.
The duke was sitting on the bedside where Cataleya laid perfectly motionless. Her lips quite pale, almost belonging to a dead person. The only indication that she wasn't was the rising of her chest every now and then.
"Master, I've already sent the rest of the shamans in the Lezia palace to tend for the wounded soldier." Orisa informed.
The duke slightly looked up and turned to her direction. "Find it out who dared control me like a damn puppet."
