240- A Friendly Quarrel Pt.2

Chandea, Year of Severus, 21st, I.R., the 82nd day of Spring, A.R.T.E.R.I.U.S Headquarters, Southern  Arterian Border

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"Me 'earing dis correctly?!" Ghwynmyr looked at the flaming prince once again. "Tis Prince Arterius?!

"YES!" Stolas answered. "Please, help us!"  The ward had some water runes thrown to the flaming prince but was ineffective against the uncontrollable fire surrounding him.

Ghwynmyr used his keen eye to trace where the root of the fire was and the extent of damage the prince was getting from the self-immolating magic.

"Tis far from the prince's skin." He said. "But the constant heat tis burnin' em clothes and if might burn 'em lungs if we wait much longer!" He reported.

"I tried everything I could to save him. The runes just get devoured by the flames and it doesn't respond to aetherium either!" the ward's voice trembled in horror.