Lucius’ POV

“Do something to help him!” I screamed out, looking at the prophetess for help as the bubble slowly disintegrated around us. Even the outsides was dark and I couldn’t see much outside of it.

“Did we win?” Lucian asked, coughing with so much pain.

“Yes we did, I’m going to need you to lay your head back while we get some help,” then I looked back at the woman. “What the hell are you doing? He’s losing blood and life is slipping out of him there and you’re here, just sitting.”

She opened her eyes and I stepped back in fear, “Do not address me in that manner,...