ZYLITH.
Smouldering, flickering, it flared and leaped. The fire licked the walls around me with a dangerous fervor. It soared and winded around the room like a huge hungry serpent, an inferno blazing out of control, the plumes of grey smoke enveloping us with not a way to escape.
It's almost funny how only a flickering spark could weave such a destructive blazing curse.
When I saw the flaming arrow zipping towards Alexteris through the massive window of the master bedroom, I was a wide-eyed ball of anxiety. I bolted to him unconsciously to pull him out of the arrow's trajectory, but what I didn't realize was that it was just a fraction of the entire plot. They not only wanted the life of Alexteris, but all the lives in the whole Eastern palace.
In no time at all, choking clouds of noxi
