The good days (1)
"Stefan!" Sage exclaimed, shocked.
"Go to him; I will check on my mother." Whispering to her, Cyrus let go of her and disappeared inside the mansion.
Sage dashed towards Stefan and the ice god, who were exchanging blows. Stefan's eyes were flashing and gleaming, and he shook his head repeatedly, attempting to control himself.
Sage clenched her teeth, extended her arms towards the ice god, and fire blasted him, sending him flying.
Stefan stood his ground, breathing hard and wiping the blood from his lips. He was startled by the heavy rainfall.
The eternal winter! It has been broken! This meant that those trapped as ice statues in the garden had returned to normal.
"Ashton.." He breathed a sigh of relief, but fear gripped him as he watched Sage approach the ice god, who rose to his feet and glared at her.
His eyes went wide, and he rushed towards Sage, but his legs buckled, and he fell to his knees, gasping for air.