Cyrus could taste his own blood in his mouth and spat it out before hissing in annoyance as the bleeding claw marks on his cheek sting.
It had been a long time since the demon had touched him, and it felt like the first time he had seen Ashton this enraged with him.
"Others, including Aurora, can't stand your dark state, but I raised you more than she did, and I can't stand your recklessness any longer." Ashton grumbled.
"Do not expect me to apologize." Cyrus hissed as he sucked his bloodied mouth.
"Any little mistake, you would have died! Both souls would gave been gone and the ice dragons would be pronnouced extinct. Is that what you want?!" Ashton shouted.
"No, which was why I relied on her." Cyrus spoke calmly.
"Why would you..."
"Do not forget about the flare of Ioas connection to the snowflake of Aleara. She has the ability to resurrect me. I took the advantage of the flare which she now own." Cyrus cut in, explaining nonchalantly.
