Chapter 141 The Legendary Wraith Curate

"And the thorn that defends." Kaelie met his gaze, her voice steady as she completed the ancient vow—a mantra known only to the disciples of Aethera Flora.

A soft smile touched Voktor's lips. "Mirak, I still have a bone to pick with you about those rare herbs you 'borrowed' on your way out all those years ago."

Years ago, he and the Master found her lying grievously wounded at the entrance to the