114 The King Learns of the Sword of Light

The thought gave him chills. Surely, he had to find a way to save her because he was sure that Nordveka would no doubt attack. Maybe that was why he was here. To make sure that the woman survived. Because if she died here, then it meant he could not exist. Nordveka meanwhile was muttering things to himself. Even though he was sure the man could not see him, Gavadiol still kept back a considerable distance. One could never be too sure. But nothing of note happened and before he knew it, the scene was changing again. This time Nordveka was standing in a dark room, standing over a bed. Gavadiol drew closer. There was someone on the bed. The person was wrapped very comfortably from head to toe in a thick blanket but he could make out long, black hair. Gavadiol gulped. That was Helena. He lunged at the sorcerer but he only succeeded in going clean right through him and falling on the other side. He could not touch or influence anything here! The only thing he could do was sit and watch