What do you mean Graves doesn't exist?

There was something on the ship's deck that was not at all human. could also hear the breath that was a dry gasp, experiencing terrible dread. Where was she?

The cold around him was paralyzing. The blood ran cold in his veins as Morgan raised the flashlight over his head. And a woman's cry seemed to answer her worst fears. With total disbelief, he moved forward.

Only light fought those things. Neither weapons nor swords could kill them. Sal ... Lizandra carried the child in her arms running in despair to the intense light of the flames that consumed what was left of the castle of Glenhouse. The screams echoed through the darkness.

There was a name for those things.

They were relentless hunters of sorcerers under the command of the Duke's Vengeance captain. They were neither alive nor dead. They had no emotion or knew the meaning of compassion. Its nature was just destruction.

They were naturally attracted to wizards. They absorbed the light that the magic radiated until it caused death. Lizandra had died, protecting her youngest son with her own life. Kassuim. For some reason, that child had survived their attack. Inexplicably.

Staggering back, Morgan forced his eyes into the darkness. He certainly preferred to face one of those things in his animal form. Where would she be? In fact, where was everyone? Usually part of the sailors would still be sleeping in the open without complaining about the weather or the temperature that starts to change. He needed help.

Another scream cut through the unreal silence. It was impossible, but no one seemed to have heard. The woman's scream revealed genuine terror.

Morgan blindly advanced his nostrils flaring and sniffing. He stopped next to the bowsprit, displeased with the fetid smell that prevented him from locating the woman. The air was terribly cold and heavy. Where were they all? Let the damned caution go to hell!

- Cassie! He shouted, disoriented.

The whale oil lantern in his hand illuminated with abnormal intensity and the unreal scenery flickered. Next to the longboats tied by thick rope cables ...She was lying on the floor. That thing was on her, holding her hands with long, skeletal fingers and covered with sea urchins and seaweed. His appearance in life had only left a glimpse of humanity in his grotesque countenance.

That was leaning over the girl, he clearly saw that thing that threw his hands like tentacles on her head, savouring the pleasure of the helpless prey in its claws ...

"What hell!"

Was that an ICHICHO?

There? A groan of pain aroused his sudden reverie.

- The magic ... The magic is in your blood. I can feel it. The cavernous voice passed through the silence.

-Get away from her! Morgan roared angrily as he took the paddle and hit it with all his might.

The thing didn't seem to notice its presence. Cassie was immobile. And the cold around him intensified to the point that Morgan felt the breath of his own breath condense in the air.

- Almost ready ... You're changing. The stored magic will not stop the change. Your father will be satisfied. We were waiting for the change. The Four Pieces ...

Morgan noticed the intense glow that now seemed to emanate from the woman curled up on the floor and unconscious. It was an ICHICHO and on board his ship. They hunted descendants of the Crescent moon clan. And that was impossible because descendants of that clan were ... they were descendants of Primordials ... They were all dead.

- I told you to stay away! he thundered and tried to get closer.

-Birth... the birth of a child with the mark of the tear of surrender ...

He drew his pistol and fired reflexively. That creature's reactions were slow. Good God, hadn't the point-blank shot made any difference?

-I told you to get away from her. Morgan growled again.

-Someone with the blessing and the curse ... You are almost ready ...

Morgan didn't like what he was hearing at all. Even more so when a painful and difficult gasp reached his ears. could catch her breathing too slowly and her heartbeat... Light. Those things fed on light, sucking energy and magic. What really killed those things? Fire?

-Nothing like that, horrible thing. Today there are no wizards on the menu.

He grabbed the oil lantern and threw it at the creature as he kicked at what looked like an arm holding the woman. In the next instant, he placed himself between ICHICHO and the girl. The oil spread in furious flames in immediate combustion. And silent. He stopped in astonishment and disgusted to see the creature squirm in the middle of the fire until it simply disappeared as if it had never existed in a terrifying cry.

-No ... no ... Zagorra ...

Morgan turned to her, noticing the disconnected walls. Was the girl delusional?

-Cassie ... - spoke, forcing calm.

He ground his teeth as was hit hard by pure energy, gasping.

-Cassie ... - gasped softly. -My dear, look at me ...

-They're ... They're all dead ... Fire ... They're changing ... changing our reality ...

Morgan's face tightened. She was simply defending herself without knowing what she was doing. He assessed the intense pallor of the feverish features. And then frowning when he noticed the extensive bloodstain that covered her shirt.

He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and shining two gems as black as night. The transformation so far from Garrone was impossible, but he invoked all the strength of the wolf he could muster. The frightened girl continued to emanate energy to drive him away.

- Sweetie, look at me. - asked tensely. He needed to block any further attacks from her.

- No, don't come near ...

- Cassie, listen to my voice ...

He appealed, forcing himself to breathe. It felt like an electric current running through his muscles when he finally pulled the very cold body against his with care.

The stars now lit up the sky again, allowing him to assess her countenance with intense concern. The keen ears noticed the weak beats, the irregular breathing. She had lost a lot of blood.-Death ... No ... there were no burials before ...

Morgan held the delicate face flat in his hands. If he had taken a little longer ...

-Baby...

-The fire...

-Come on, Cassie. There is no fire. You need to react. - He complained about a start.

The strong, natural impulse enveloped him as he kissed her trembling lips tenderly. She was delirious and trembled, lost in hallucinations of delirium. She could be dead.

- The pieces...

The words came out disconnected between wailing and stumbling. Morgan looked around lost. What if there were more of them there? Where the hell were they all? Had they just disappeared? He took the knife from the hem of his boot and forced the blade against the fabric. It was enough blood. She was going to pass out. I had to stop the bleeding.

The emerald eyes looked at him confused and shining with tears. Her moan as she forced the knife through the fabric made him sigh in dismay. She touched his face hesitantly.

-They killed Zagorra ...

- Look at me, sweetie ...

- The fire...

-Good, it wasn't just a scratch ...

-C - cold ... - she murmured quietly closing her eyes.

This situation was totally unreal and unexpected. ICHICHOS aboard the Black Coral trying to kill a witch! Why hadn't Will alerted him? Her sudden fragility made him curse his own lack of patience. This was his fault. She was going to go into shock.

-S-so cold ... Sleep ... - the words came in drag.

Morgan shook her slightly.

-Let's go. Was it a shot? Sword? I need to stop this blood.

She moaned in pain as she cringed. tried with weak movements to getaway. No strength. It was very difficult to keep my eyes open. However, he cringed even more with another muffled groan when the strong hand reached the cut, applying pressure and gasping.

Morgan immediately felt the blood on his fingers and something more admired by the sudden burning in his hand. Her skin prickled. That wound had been done with wolf grass. That herb was used only against wolves, it prevented the recovery and rapid healing of wounds. Why the hell had it been used on a witch? It was clear that the wound was bleeding profusely. That herb did not allow the blood to stop bleeding.

There was only one detail. The girl was not a wolf.

"Almost done ... You are changing. The saved magic will not stop the change. Your father will be satisfied. We were waiting for the change. The Pieces of Four ..."?

How come there were no burials?

They were never extinct! How are they changing reality?