They landed right in the middle. The Dome of Witchcraft was the first thing before Elvira. Her eyes moved around. There was not a single soul in sight. Dirt had accumulated everywhere, as no one had been there to clean it for a while. It all looked so different without the everyday havoc.
All those happy moments she had with her sisters, Serena and Eldritch, on those streets came rushing before her eyes.
Something heavy and moving touched Elvira's feet. She dropped her gaze to find Agror on the ground. His pale face was distraught and in pain.
Elvira hastily stepped backward.
Agror was pressing a particular place on his abdomen. "So your whore mother ratted me out to Itar. I feared it would happen. You know Elvira, how I feel. Your wizard lover will betray you, too. I know you know that. Then why do we become so weak and trusting when it comes to love?"
