Vale bursts into a room, receiving a signal of where Winter is now. Exactly tonight, he found Winter, alone sitting there reciting a spell. Vale unmitigated immediately took the little girl away from the place that should be the hiding place of Helena and Winter.  "I've got these two children. Tomorrow we will go to the forest and take Axton's soul and take him to a place no one knows," said Vale.  "Where are we going?" asked Winter. "I was waiting for Helena to come and go back into the woods," Winter said again. Vale smiled. "We will meet Helena soon, don't be afraid." "Tomorrow after this, we will meet with Helena." With all the persuasion and seduction Winter is finally in Vale's hands. Late night Helena was accompanied by voices she shouldn't have heard, heard the screams of those about to be beheaded, who were being tortured.  It would be her turn to be tortured. Why didn't she just kill her right away? Why

Robert pulled Vale back, but just the same, the man was too lively. Robert used a trick he hadn't used in a fight in a long time. He uses one hand to move his wand, his mouth keeps muttering incantations and he uses one hand to control his true power. Vale stopped when there was a barrier in front of him. He is now trapped in a fire. Robert has tied himself in a circle of death that was created by Vale himself. Not wanting to lose, Vale even attacked back at Robert. There was a small war, starting with a power struggle between wind and fire.  "I don't want to hurt you, Vale! Quickly tell me where you hid Axton's soul and this will all be over!" said Robert not wanting to prolong the fight. "I won't, even if I want to die. I won't say," Vale said firmly.  He continued to attack with the skills he had, even though he felt himself very tired now. It felt like his hands were too hot to blow on the huge fire that was made by Robert. 

Helena who got an idea immediately rushed behind to grab Amora's hand. Unfortunately Amora was hit by a small shot in the leg. Helena immediately pulled Amora away with her, her legs also felt very sore.   Something like a warning sound echoed, Alex came with some weapons he had picked up in several open warehouses. Alex gives one of the guns to Helena. "If we attack, it will be very difficult! Since there is a chance that we will lose, there are too many of them!" said Helena frantically.   "Don't worry I've closed the access on the front, and they won't be able to hear the gunfire up here. They would stay busy guarding the captured witches," said Alex clearly.   Amora couldn't stand it anymore, she could only lie on the floor because she was already bleeding on her legs, she couldn't run anymore, or stand up. "How? Hold on, mother!" said Alex, now confused about how they should escape.   "I remembe

Valir who still doubts what happened, he tries to look at some evidence to find the culprit for the death of Vale, his cousin. Valir opened a room, he took a shirt that Vale wore for the last time, he saw some strange things there. There are some bloodstains, is there anything here to look for? Valir was very doubtful about everything. He could see the stab wound, was this brother killed? Valir didn't want to take too many opinions so he finally chose to bring the clothes that had a lot of blood to one of the people who could help him, to find an identity through anyone who has held this shirt before and anyone's blood or anything related to this.  After arriving at a place, Valir gave the evidence he had to someone who was an expert in checking things like this. "I came here to find out who killed my brother, and to find the culprit for what happened to him. I'm not sure if he was killed on purpose or accidentally. What is clear I want

Valir still has to find the cause of Vale's death, as a cousin who is very close to him, he does not accept Vale's death without a cause. Valir remembered the past with Vale, they both promised to become noble mages and work for the kingdom, unfortunately all those dreams together had to be destroyed. Valir woke up from his sleep when he heard the sound of a crow in the back window of his room, he rolled up his sleeves and took out a small sword. Silently he approached the crow in the front yard of his house, grabbed his neck and stabbed him with a knife.  The traditional belief of the Valir family is that if a crow comes, they must be killed and as an offering to the gods, especially the god of death. Valir then squeezed out the crow's blood, he splashed the blood into the backyard, right where Vale was buried. Valir's hope was that he could find clues from his sixth sense vision of how Vale could have been killed. He wanted so badly to go back to the scene, it was use