Running his hands over his face, he fell backwards on the bed. He could always attempt to heal one of the already wounded, but then he would need to expose himself.
He could already smell the smoke of the pyre that the villagers would build him. Even Nuo Nuying would be present, he was sure, for she hated the Emerald Emperor just like everyone else.
He closed his eyes, imagining screams of anger, and he forced his skin to cool. No flames were licking at him now. He was safe.
Breathing heavily, he felt strong arms wrap around him and a leg hock around his. He opened his eyes to see Wei Caihong staring at him.
He was safe indeed.
"Where did you say those bandits were?"
He was going to pull a fast one on Azazel and make the portal tonight. In his feverish state, he had already created the plan for the ritual circle. Written in the angelic tongue, Atlantean and with Nordic runes.
