CHAPTER 123: STUPID TRANSMISSION
There he lay, fragile on the sick bed, waiting for the angel of death to take his pitiful life away. His wife sat by his side staring into the air. He broke the silence when he spoke.
"Has he come?" Hanbity asked as he struggled to speak
"No one is coming for you my love, you're not going to die," Octavius said raising his weak hands and giving him a light kiss on his palms. She stared into his eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. To him, she had already given up on him but to her, his life was just beginning. She wouldn't and couldn't let her husband die.
Octavius was a powerful witch, the last of her kind. For the first time, she had never seen a disease that was so strong and hard to cure. She couldn't even do anything to help with the powers she had. But for every circumstance, there are always loopholes, and she was determined to find one.