Standing at the tower of the castle, Vincent looked over the dark clouds looming in the moonless sky. The eerie darkness made Vincent feel something ominous. He remembered that night before his uncle Sebastian's father, the late king, died, and for some odd reason, he felt the same tonight. A tragedy was about to befall Evardin.
That woman he had fought with was no ordinary woman. Even though she was only a clone, she put up a good fight. Which meant if she used her original body, it might not be too easy to take her down.
Vincent would want to see how far she could go with her original body, but it wasn't a good time to be excited about fighting someone. The moment the rebels staged a full-blown attack, innocent people would be dragged into a bloody mess. Deranged humans and stronger black mages were the rebels' pawns which made everything worse.
