Chapter 41 – A feeling still unnamed
A bolt of golden lightning struck inside a dimly lit alley just behind Isolde's Pavilion. Anesthesia and Emrys appeared out of that crackling, sizzling discharge, their faces somber.
Without a word, Emrys leaned his back against the wall, head tilted upward, thoughts churning restlessly inside him.
Anesthesia looked at him and stayed quiet. She knew his current state. Emrys was not someone who lost to people his own age. Even those at Imbued Self rank had fallen to him despite him being Mortal Self.
So one could only guess what this defeat was costing him, even one that had only been possible because of Cassius's cheating.
At the thought of that white-haired, red-eyed man, Anesthesia's face twisted into a ferocious scowl.
"I don't like him, Em." She snarled, stepping forward until her body was an inch from Emrys. "And I want to make him pay."
