Chapter 50 The Last Mage

Vincenzo's POV

I did it. Finally.

Alpheus lay in a pool of his blood and I watched emotionlessly as his body soon lost its life and he lay dead on the ground in front of me.

He's finally gone.

"That's what you get," I placed the gun back in the holster on my waist then slowly turned my gaze to look at a whimpering, fearful Conrad.

"Unless you want to be next, I would suggest that you shut up, stop struggling and do as you are told because I'm in a bad mood now and I wouldn't mind putting a few bullets through your annoying self either," he rapidly nodded his head.

"Take him away, straight to the dungeons and lock him up."

Don and the rest of the men went away, wrapping Alpheus's body up with some cloth then taking him along too, leaving only Nora, me and my horse here. I didn't waste a second to look after them and rushed to Nora's side, enveloping her in my arms then pulling away and taking her injured hand in mine.

"Let me... see."

It's gone. Or rather, it's healing.