Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Golden motes slowly appeared, and Bartholomew's eyes widened. He could not shift his gaze away from Apas' eyes, as if he was lost in her beauty.
Bartholomew stared at her for a long time. He felt a chill running down his spine, yet he completely ignored it. His mind was occupied with the thoughts of violating the glamorous young woman. Still, he forced himself to turn his head around.
Bartholomew noticed a deadly ice rose blossoming as soon as he looked away. Its sharp petals were only a few meters away. If he had not reacted sooner, the ice rose would have left him with plenty of holes!
Bartholomew quickly cast Rampart. The sturdy barrier stopped the deadly rose from coming any closer.
Bartholomew applied another layer of defense on himself as a safety precaution, in case his mind wandered off again.
