Kovu's POV
I stirred my mana, letting it course through my body to fight the cold emanating from the dungeon. It was so cold, I could have sworn I was in the wastelands in the north. The chill faded a little as my mana heated me up, and I continued to stare at the purple orbs glaring back at me.
“I am Kovu. I've come to seek your help,” I said firmly, my voice bouncing off the stone walls of the cell.
No response. The purple eyes remained locked on mine—unblinking and almost amused. I took a deep breath and tried again, making my voice louder and more assertive. “Zelena, I've come for—”
An evil chuckle, which raised the hair on my skin, echoed through the dungeon. My muscles tensed, and Kyrax growled in the back of my mind, wary of the witch in the cell.
“Come for what?” Her voice ca
