Chapter 370

He floated higher, drifting toward the gaping chasm where the fountain once stood. He began to chant in a language Prince Ron didn't understand, the jagged syllables splitting the earth, further increasing the hole in the ground. 

Seeing as the Shadow Master was occupied with summoning the Dark Lord, Prince Ron instantly dashed to Alaric’s side. 

Alaric still sat frozen on the ground, his hands trembling as they clutched ashes that sifted slowly between his fingers.

“Alaric!” Ron called as he knelt beside him, shaking him. “Listen to me, we don’t have much time.”

But Alaric’s gaze was hollow, fixed on Talon’s remnants in his lap. His voice came out a broken whisper. “It’s over… isn’t it? They’re all gone. Talon is gone…”

“No,” Ron said firmly. “No, they’re not gone. Listen to me—we still have a chance. I have a plan, but I need your help. I can't do it alone.”

Alaric gave a sharp, humourless laugh, like he had given up on living already.