Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 79: Two souls

The walk became more comfortable as the sky darkened and the temperature was better than when they first started their journey.

Even though it was obvious that the guardians were not interested in his stories, Arthur was conversing and laughing with them despite their complete lack of interest in him.

Sage was asleep on Cyrus’ back while he walked, his face devoid of tiredness.

They didn’t appear to be on a mountain because they were surrounded by trees, and the sky soon became completely dark, with only a few twinkling stars visible.

Arthur had ceased speaking and laughing with the unconcerned guardians. He smiled at the couple in front of him before taking a solemn look around the forest they were in. They had been walking for hours and it was clear that they weren’t even close to the edge; continuing would take several days, and Cyrus knew this, so why did he want to walk?

Was it because of the Statkus mages? Arthur sighed as he realised Cyrus intended to run into the Statkus mages and wipe them off the mountain.

They soon emerged from the forest, in front of a vast snow-covered landscape. It appeared to be a field devoid of grasses.

Cyrus came to a halt, as did Arthur and the guardians. "Weapons?" Cyrus abruptly inquired.

"No, sire," Arthur replied slowly and puzzledly.

Cyrus’ lips twitched, and his vision narrowed to the dark part of the field ahead. "Those guards who attacked were sent by Sergio." He revealed unexpectedly, his voice as calm as usual.

Arthur was taken aback and lowered his head. "How is this possible?" Through his teeth, he inquired.

"Focus." Cyrus murmured and smiled brightly as Statkus mages emerged from the darkness ahead.

Growls and deep laughter, as well as screeching shrieks of joy, could be heard.

"W..what?" The growls and shrieks woke Sage up. Her vision was blurry, and she sniffled as she rubbed her nose on Cyrus’ coat.

"Bad timing," Cyrus sighed heavily.

"What?" Sage asked, perplexed, and looked ahead, her vision clearing.

She noticed the Statkus mages. Half of their faces were horribly deformed, their skin dried with cracks, their eyes were completely dead but slightly grey, they had haggard hair, blood-covered teeth, nails sharp like claws, tattered black garments, and they were all holding staffs with a green glow above them.

Sage was terrified and intrigued. She was certain that there were at least fifty of them.

"They look like living corpses!" She exclaimed and buried her face in Cyrus’ neck.

Cyrus hummed. "Do you want to fight?" He asked calmly.

The Statkus mages were closing in on them, leaving only a small gap between them.

Yes," Sage breathed.

As Sage’s hot breath blew on Cyrus’ neck, his mind went blank once more. He chewed his lower lip to keep himself under control, then let Sage land on her feet.

"Ice dragon," one of the mages called out, his voice thick and raspy.

His dark haggard hair was long and moving like snakes, making Sage wonder if they were really mages. She had no idea they would be so unusual and different until Cyrus showed her the memory.

The cold wind blew harshly in the field, mixing with the rising tension in the air as she stood beside Cyrus.

"Fire mage!" Another Statkus mage shrieked, and others shrieked behind her, making Sage nervous.

"Give us the child," the male Statkus mage said, his bloodied teeth showing.

"The child is mine." Cyrus spoke calmly, his face serene and unbothered.

Sage’s fear was immediately replaced by anger. She scoffed loudly and crossed her arms across her chest. "Are you all blind?!" She yelled, referring to Cyrus and the mages. "I am a grown woman, not a child!"

Arthur, who was standing behind him, suppressed his laughter, and the guardians appeared as unconcerned as Cyrus.

"Indeed, child, this means your life force is stronger and more useful." The Statkus mage hissed, bloody drool streaming from his mouth.

Sage froze and the memory when Cyrus in his dark state said to her mother, "In the next nineteen years, she will become a woman, and I will return for her."

Did he say that because her fire core would be stronger?

Sage was unhappy, but she brushed it off and resolved to deal with it later. She was preoccupied at the time.

Swallowing hard, she glared at the mages, her eyes turned fiery red. "You disgusting creatures killed my people!" She screamed.

Cyrus sighed heavily and turned to her, intending to knock her out, but she vanished from his sight like a bright fiery glow.

The Statkus mages all shrieked and pointed their staffs at the glowing figure racing towards them.

Four fire whips burst out of the glowing figure’s hands and slashed half of the mages present, dismembering their upper body from their lower body.

Cyrus proudly observed this while shaking his head. "Alright then," He said with a smile.

Arthur’s jaw dropped as he watched Sage and the guardians appeared slightly impressed.

The glowing figure became brighter, and all of the present mages were swiftly whipped by the fire whips, with pieces of their bodies detaching and falling to the ground.

The male Statkus mage, the only remaining mage, stood his ground and glared at Cyrus, whose eyes were fixed on the glowing figure.

"Two souls, two cold, dark souls, one will soon take control and there will be destruction." Cyrus heard the mage say as he grinned and displayed his horrifyingly bloody teeth.

Cyrus lost his smile as his icy gaze shifted to the mage in front of him. "I already know this, so do not tell me." With his silver eyes flashing thick black, Cyrus hissed.

A smile spread across the mage’s face as he turned to face the glowing figure in front of him. "Death is close you." His eyes literally bulged out of their sockets as he spoke, erupted in hysterical laughter, and choked.

The glow left Sage’s body, revealing a dumbfounded Sage. Her lips trembled as she looked at Cyrus’ bloody hand protruding from the mage’s stomach with wide-open eyes.

Her gaze was drawn to Cyrus, who had pure black hair, blue slit eyes that were cold and hallow, and a lethal expression.

He abruptly pulled his hand away from the mage’s stomach, and the mage fell dead. Cyrus tilted his head to the side as he looked at his bloody hands and then at Sage.

"Are you afraid, arrogant parrot?" He vanished from her view, and she stiffly turned to see him behind her.

"Sleep." He immediately flicked her forehead, and the dark swallowed her.