CHAPTER 463: I GOT YOU! ELFIN (2)

Currey was a step later than Ian.... or rather, a wing flutter after him. One noteworthy thing was that Ian did not know anywhere in the Fae land but had been able to teleport directly from the lake to the main palace where Shelby was.

Currey did not have to think too much because he could feel his mistress as soon as they had stepped into the Faeland. As to how Shelby and Murray had appeared there, the two brothers had been able to make some deductions after they were able to mind-link each other.

As Currey’s sharp eyes scanned the scene before him, his breath hitched for just a second. He had seen the sky projection and the attack that Murray had blocked, but nothing prepared him for what his eyes were telling him.

Currey tried to steady his frayed nerves and inhaled deeply, forcing his wings to remain still even though they twitched with the urge to lash out. He hovered midair a little, feeling Ian’s suffocating presence. Currey had only met this ’Ian’ when Shelby was in danger, and this scene really beat anything the miss had been in, in Currey’s opinion.

Anger rippling off Ian like waves of heat, but that wasn’t what unsettled him. No, it was them. The fools who had dared to lay a hand on the mistress. Despite being a Fae and of a supposedly superior race to humans, Currey knew without a doubt that the doom of some of the Faes had come.

His fingers curled into fists as a slow, dangerous smirk crept onto his face. Anyone with a keen eye, who knew both Currey and Ian, would say that, at that moment, their expressions were eerily similar!

"They’ll get what’s coming to them," Currey murmured under his breath, voice dripping with quiet promise, and that was when he focused on his brother.

’Murray!?’

Currey searched around for him, knowing that nothing would have happened to him with Murray’s strength. However, he had also witnessed how Murray had crashed into that wall like he had been a ragdoll.

As the dust settled, the once-imposing figure of his brother was now a crumpled heap against the shattered wall. The impact had carved a deep crater into the stone wall, cracks spiderwebbing outward like a brutal testament to the force of the attack. Debris lay scattered around Murray, some of it still sliding down in small, unsettling shifts.

Currey had not been prepared for such. He took in the sight of Murray’s body twitching slightly, a sharp contrast to his usual unshakable strength. Blood trickled from the side of his temple, blending into the dust that coated his face, making him look almost... fragile. His clothes were tattered and singed at the edges, and his broad chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.

For the first time, Murray looked human. Mortal. Beatable. This was totally ridiculous!

Murray’s fingers, usually steady as steel, clenched weakly into the rubble beneath him. His eyes, sharp and unyielding even in pain, flickered open ... but the fire in them was dimmed as if the sheer force of the spell had momentarily shaken his very soul.

Currey dashed forward, folding his wings and dropping by his brother to check on his state.

The sight made Currey’s heart tremble. If Muray, the strongest of them all, had been thrown aside like a rag doll... then how powerful was this witch?

Currey did not know that the two witches were wondering the same thing.

The Timeless Witch marvelled at the people close to Shelby. She had met this shadow guard once when they had tried to get Shelby in the park, so she was not so surprised that Murray had survived the attack, but her sister was not.

The spell had been meant to kill. It had been designed to erase all existence of life in an instant. A direct hit like that should have shattered his bones, ruptured organs, and left nothing but a lifeless husk in its wake. And yet... the bastard lived.

’What kind of anomaly were this girl and the people around her?!’

Ironically, he had not just lived; it only seemed like he endured. What a freak he was!

His body bore the marks of destruction, wounds deep enough that any other man or being would be writhing in agony if not already gone. Blood seeped from his side where the energy had torn through flesh, and his breath came in ragged gasps, but his eyes... his eyes burned.

Murray had only one thought going:

’The mistress is saved! I completed my task!’ People might think that it had meant nothing to him, but the brothers and the witches knew otherwise.

What kind of strength did he possess to withstand such devastation? Was it sheer willpower? The resilience of a shadow Fae? Or something else ... something deeper, more terrifying?

To Murray, it was a little of everything, but after confirming that his mistress was alive and okay... that help had to give up, his consciousness slipping. Currey sprung into action, catching his brother and quickly bringing out one of the vials- green. This was the one linked to strength and health. Wasting no time, he emptied the contents of two at once into Murray’s mouth.

For a moment, the Time Witch was confused, her mind struggling to grasp what had just happened.

At the same time, she was angry because never ... not once in her centuries of existence .... had she been so thoroughly overpowered... and with so little movement from the opponent.

And to add to that, she was struggling to think straight because of the immense pain. It was a searing, bone-deep agony that clawed through her body like fire and ice combined.

She clutched her broken arm. This pain... this was new. Not the fleeting sting of battle wounds nor the slow ache of age ... no, this was worse. It pulsed through her veins, foreign and unwelcome as if something unnatural had latched onto her very essence, trying to rip her apart from the inside.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!"

How? How?!

She gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms as she fought for control. She had lived for centuries, seen existences rise and fall, crushed enemies beneath her aged façade, yet now, she was the one brought low?

This was totally unacceptable! It was unforgivable!

But even through the haze of agony, a single, chilling realization crept into her mind.

She had never felt pain like this before... because she had never faced a force like this before.

Before she could sum up another thought, her remaining hand that was clutching the injured one also snapped, ’CRACK!’

Her good arm dropped at the searing pain rattling through her ancient bones like a curse set upon her soul.

... and then, another ’Crack’. Another scream tore through her throat, raw and desperate, shattering whatever dignity she had left.

Before she could even register the agony fully, an invisible force seized her again and flung her just as Murray had been a few moments prior. Her frail body collided with the opposite wall with a sickening thud. The room held its breath as she crumpled to the ground like a discarded rag.

A few gasps rippled through the crowd. Some Faefolks averted their gazes, unable to stomach the sight of such an aged, brittle form being mercilessly beaten. It was one thing for a young person to be beaten up and treated like that, but an old one? That was a bit much, right? But then again ... she was a witch. The thought settled their discomfort, allowing them to watch with less pity and more sinister fascination.

The Time Witch groaned, dragging herself forward, her broken body protesting every movement. Crawling. Desperation was etched into every inch of her trembling form as she reached out.... toward her sister.

"Hel-p sister... please...."

Her fingers barely brushed the air before an invisible barrier was met.

’No...’

She pounded weakly against it, her breath ragged. It was as if the man was playing with her. One moment, she was completely ’bound’, shackled by unseen forces. The next, she was allowed to move, but only just enough to let hope trickle in before it was snatched away.

She was being toyed with like an insect pinned beneath a cruel child’s hand, watching, waiting for the next inevitable act of torment, but she did not even have the luxury of anger at him... all that was left was fear and an emotion she had never felt ... regret!

Her voice cracked with terror. "Please... help me."

But there was no answer. Only the cold indifference of the force that held her in its grasp.

The Timeless Witch sighed from her seat. Her face gave away nothing, but contrary to her sister’s plea, she made no move to help.

She was the one who assessed the whole scene before she did anything and at that moment, she could feel Ian’s eyes on her.

The man was in crazy mode, and even with all her power, she did not want any part of this.

"I did tell you, little sister... you just did not listen."

Ian raised his brow at the little girl calling the ancient one little sister, but a unified gasp had him turning back to that almost-dead witch....

Whatever was happening was enough for Prince Simon to lose his bearings, especially as Ian’s eyes fleetingly passed by him to the Time Witch. It was just a fleeting glance, but that was enough for him to stumble back and fall on his bum. The proud Prince was nowhere to be found....

At that moment, the Timeless Witch’s words about him trying to be king rang into their ears.

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