Magnus's tall body was surrounded by the scarlet inferno around him. Even though the fire craved for more soul to fill its stomach, none dared to come a step closer near Magnus. It was as if the entire universe was frightened of his presence.
Despite the urgency of running away from the fire, Magnus found himself staring at Elle's golden eyes that were now shut. From the corner of her eyes were tears that he could never understand.
His cold thumbs slowly brushed away the tears and he questioned himself why he had helped her even though normally he would have watched the grieving human to lunge themsleves to their own death.
This time, upon seeing the bright pink hair running into the burning slums, he followed himself despite his rational head. He couldn't. He simply couldn't.
Despite not having a heart for that witch stealing it from him, for the first time in his existence, Magnus found himself frowning at the idea if she was consumed by the fire.
