-My magic doesn't work, he's... Extremely serious, the axe happened to carry the brain, I can't Hero....
I took steps like a dead woman, the words of Vel, who was my last hope to save Gran, took all the strength from my legs.
I told him, that he would lose what he loved most if he was with you.
A voice crossed my mind, a voice I recognized well, the voice of that ghost we ran into when we were nine years old.
I warned him, but he decided to ignore me, I couldn't even save him.
Again the voice rang out listening in crackling flames.
-Hero, calm down, there's a way, but....
-Whatever it is Velaria, whatever it is, I implore you.
She looked at me with gentleness, almost on the verge of tears, she looked at Gran who was lying on the bed about to pass away.
-Well, forgive me, it's the only way I can think of and in the process you might die, Hero, do you agree?
