Chapter 515. Parchment in Consciousness

JACOB

“Welcome to your doom, you will be a king, fortunate friend, but the king of the city that burns.”

Plettekman’s words were directed only at me. My brother was in combat now. Seeing him made me nauseous. He was different, I could tell by his look. He was afraid and I could smell it.

The creature climbed one of the rock arches and stared at us. He blinked. That’s all it took. With a blink, the sound of the explosion reached our ears. His eyes glowed gold.

Fire.

The fire began to spread from the temple containing the medallion that carried Plettekman’s magic. It emitted a flammable material and the flames rose above the treetops reaching everything around it. It was spreading too fast and devastatingly.

From the sound that came from further away, the situation was occurring in every part of the city.

Zack smiled. He drew his sword and looked at me with the sinister golden eyes he now possessed.

I got into a defensive position.