River's eyes widened in surprise.
Was that Cyrus? What was going on with him? Why did he appear strange and terrifying?
His mind kept asking questions, but he couldn't take his gaze away from Cyrus, who still had a wicked grin on his face, his demon eyes narrowed menacingly, and the black mist around him oozed endlessly.
"Poisoned?!" He exclaimed in confusion and attempted to run towards Cyrus, but Ashton caught him by the cloak and stopped him.
"Did you not hear me?" Ashton asked lazily as River looked at him with wide eyes.
"What is going on with him?" He inquired, his voice low and stunned.
"The ice dragon has three souls." Ashton revealed nonchalantly, let go of his cloak, and walked over to Cyrus, patting his head.
"However, they didn't poison you, did they? Get out of here before you scare them." Cyrus tilted his head to the side and turned away to face Esteban, who was still in his dragon form, as Ashton whispered.
