Chapter Three Hundred-Thirty-Two – Allergic
Thales made Bebe and Zeldris leave when he noticed Prince Sorren was in a messed-up state.
He knew the young Delta was a child Sorren was fond of so he understood Sorren's mood change. He paced about the room, thinking of what could've made Sigma's flow of magic become turbulent.
He must've come in contact with what threatened his life, but he was unaware of that threat. He couldn't wake him up and asked intensively so he tried to speculate.
Minutes later when he was sure Prince Sorren felt better, he asked. "Did he go anywhere recently? And did he come in contact with any form of magic?"
Sorren looked up and stared blankly. "He mentioned meeting Lunarian lycan hunters with weird instruments. He didn't say if it came in contact with him or not."
Thales nodded, muttering spells to soothe the troubled flow of magic residue in Sigma's body.
