Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 248: Too late

*Earlier*

As they strolled through Videnia’s enchanting garden, Cyrus began to feel a strange sensation. His soul was waging a fierce battle against his demon state, but it was a struggle that wouldn’t last.

His demon soul was determined to emerge victorious.

Ashton looked at him with concern, noticing the turmoil in his eyes. They had been searching the garden for what felt like hours, trying to find the main entrance to Videnia. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Are you alright?" Ashton asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Cyrus responded promptly, his tone dry. "Yes, I am fine. But you do not seem so convinced."

He earned a soft chuckle from the demon, who inquired, "What makes you say that?"

"I know the blood moon is tomorrow, and you are concerned about your brother Rhaziel, who is with... That lunatic," Cyrus said, his eyes flicking with hesitation.

Ashton’s lips curved into a wry smile. "That is one of my concerns, yes."

Cyrus nodded slowly, his gaze drifting ahead. "If we make it through this, I will help. If not, I will not be bothered."

Ashton nodded in appreciation. "Thank you."

Cyrus clapped him on the shoulder and moved ahead to walk alongside River, who was focused on finding the entrance.

"Do you think we should split up?" River asked curiously.

"Perhaps." Cyrus sighed, biting down his lower lip in frustration. "Let’s get this over with and go to the portal. I am getting a bad feeling."

"Me too." River mumbled.

Meanwhile, Arthur and Freya kept watch from behind, their eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Hmmm. There is no sign of snow here." Isabella, lost in thought, stared up at the night sky, her expression detached from the group’s dynamics. "The sky is beautiful."

Arthur looked at Freya, his smile faint. "You are hurt, aren’t you?" he asked, his concern evident.

Freya’s eyes widened in surprise, her tone defensive. "So what if I am? Do not speak to me."

She had been injured by a Statkus mage during their earlier patrol, the same one who had killed Victor.

Arthur’s head dropped. "Are you sure you are okay? I do not think—"

Freya’s eyes narrowed, her anger evident. "Why do you care? Stay away." she spat, her fists clenched. "You have no right to worry about the woman you left on the altar. You are a coward," she hissed, her words dripping with venom.

Arthur swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto Freya’s, his expression somber. "You are still hurt by that? You told me that..."

"Wait." Freya cut in and laughed bitterly, shaking her head with absolute disbelief. "You thought I’d forgotten? It has been five years, Arthur, but the wound remains raw."

Arthur’s nod was slow, his eyes filled with remorse. "I...I am sorry. I will keep apologizing, and I..."

"Your apologies mean nothing to me, Arthur. I just want you to understand that you have no right to concern yourself with my well-being or my pain." Freya’s smile was forced, her voice stern.

Arthur nodded and walked away, leaving Freya behind. She sighed, her hand instinctively pressing against her stomach as tears welled up in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Cyrus suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing intensely. "We are not alone," he whispered urgently.

River and the others halted as well, their senses on high alert. In an instant, two ice gods materialized. One facing Cyrus and the other behind Freya.

"The resemblance is uncanny," the ice god before Cyrus remarked with amusement.

Cyrus glared at him murderously. "I see you are Alistair." His voice was heavy with disdain.

Freya was paralyzed with fear, her eyes fixed on the ice god looming behind her.

"It seems like you have been contaminated," Anthony sneered, his voice dripping with malice. He grasped her neck from behind, his grip deadly tight.

"She is dying, stabbed by a Statkus mage. She will only hinder your progress," he taunted, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

Before anyone could react, he snapped her neck with a swift, ruthless motion.

Arthur’s furious cry was drowned out by the sound of Freya’s lifeless body crumpling to the ground, leaving the group in stunned horror.

His eyes turned bloodshot red as shock and grief consumed him. The others were frozen in stunned silence, while Cyrus’s fury was unleashed.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he drew River’s sword and decapitated Alistair in one swift motion.

Anthony’s eyes bulged in outrage, his face contorting with rage. "You dare!" he bellowed, his arms outstretched.

In an instant, everyone except Cyrus and the ice dragon was encased in ice, transformed into statues.

The ice dragon, enraged, charged at Anthony, and the two clashed with incredible force, unleashing a maelstrom of cold that enveloped the entire Videnia garden.

"You think your fire mage wife is of any use now? She is nothing but a useless burden! What can you do with a helpless wife, huh?" Anthony sneered, his grip on Cyrus’s neck tightening as he slammed him to the ground.

Cyrus coughed violently, his eyes transforming into their blue, slit-like form. "Keep my wife out of your mouth!" he growled, his hand shooting into Anthony’s chest and he grasped his heart.

Anthony’s laughter was maniacal. "Only an immortal can kill another immortal! You can kill me just like you killed Alistair! Don’t hesitate, finish me off!" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with a mad desire for destruction.

Cyrus’s jaw clenched in rage, his hand tightening around Anthony’s heart. But just as he was about to rip it out, his mother’s scream echoed in his mind, freezing him in place.

Anthony’s laughter was triumphant. "Didn’t your mother tell you? She has six brothers, but only five of them love her. Alistair, Anthony, Aiden, Andrew, and Alan. And Andrew and Alan are with her right now... and you are too late."

Cyrus’s eyes flashed with a dark, demonic energy, his pupils transforming into thick black slits. With a snarl, he yanked out Anthony’s heart without hesitation, the ice god’s laughter dying immediately.