Iris could feel how she became more sensitive with black magic, she had faced off with this certain black magic for three times by now. The density of the darkness was very thick with this black magic, something that could only come from a certain black magic user. Someone that was so vicious, someone that could be called as the epitome of all the evil thing.
They were marching here.
"What do you mean with that Iris?" Cane came closer to her and caressed her cheek, he wiped sweat from her forehead and tucked strand of her hair behind her ear.
"They wanted to break us. He wanted to break us."
"Who are they?" Cane creased his brows. If 'he' that Iris referred to was the Decratic, he was not sure about 'they'. Was it the Decratic's worshipper?
"Where is Rora?" Iris realized her baby was not with her, neither she was within her sight.
